Poetry

Spiritual Mom Mom got spiritual in her late fifties,and we really had no patience for allthe forgiveness. It was disconcertingthe way she’d kneel down on the floorin the middle of…

Hunger I’d not yet eaten, but walked where the feast was spread. The first course offered wild rose in a pasture’s corner, slice of path cutting uphill to walls of…

Fishing in Childhood —after lines by Tony Hoagland If we are always who we are, if our livingis finally of a piece, couldn’t we observe itcomplete in any moment—choose any…

Huldra She is Swedish, and one of those,you know. Big. Green eyes and red hair,all clinging velvet and ropesof beads in the front, with coldand cleanly chiseled features.Real Nordic beautywith…

Anciently, when God did ordain to claim this drear and waste domainHim did it please to bid his saintsagainst all pleading abject ‘plaintsto sojourn here ‘cross cruel seato raise The…

A glistening jellyfish moon crowds the velvet sky dusted with salt stars Moonrays glint frosty on curling waves that crawl, roll and hop like dogs hunting the shore Dark sand…

The Exquisite Corpse of Self The surrealist game of screaming in a crowd relapses, and without foul our goalie unzips a hollow swan. Whenever I skull-shriek during a literary migraine,…

KEEPING THE WINDOW CLOSED The last time I opened the window the moon got in, streaked through between the sill and sash and plunged into the mirror. It stuck there.…

Nightmare You’re attending a reunion of all the people you’ve slept with in your life— it isn’t a large number, less than legion, more than minyan, a number divisible only…

“…this solitudethrough which we go is I.” De La Mare, Napoleon  The city is beautiful burning, I would stay to watch but the dogs are anxious, they know I am…