Brackish Marsh In the brackish marsh,I am a dog in a duck’s eye,more jester than jockey,more joker than juror.When beavers danceI am a goat in...

It is not quite accurate to say Lola is growing old for she has always been old, teetering in and out of lifetimes. Each...

Keep Coming Back Before sin there was cocaine. Coca leaves spread like a carpet on lush clearings and golden paths in the Garden of Eden.  Creation was...

Leaving On the No. 2 Bus:  September 1963 I am standing on the corner of Christian at 16th street watching and waiting for the No. 2...

Mattress Who will be my husband’s next lover?When we sign our names, releasing each otherfrom responsibility of each other’s choices,and dinners, and car insurance—Will he...

New Jersey is My Home Home is where I feel sand between my toes And smell freshly made boardwalk funnel cake Sandcastles are washed away by the...

But Nothing Is How does one measureenough-ness? Existingas the sum ofallone would ever need?I can littleascertainfor myself if even Isuffice It is a feelingintangible as etheronly...

WHERE HAVE ALL THE PEOPLE GONE? Another December,Another end of the roadAs I look around and wonder,Where have all the people gone? Tucked in tighter to...

Close Encounter at a Grocery Store Grayed Vans, downcast eyes Bear lumbering after cookies How have you turned bald?! Your quiet stare ceased. How dare you remain yourself! Return to...

Cut and Run 1.Faced with a mango’ssweetness, I recallhow my aunt would slicethe flame-hued ovoid— cross-hatching sections,flipping the soft skininside-out, each pieceoffering itself to my lips or...