Only the Forest Remembers
Only the forest remembersand us.The sturdy, low boughsheld us in our youthas we climbed.The upper twigs swayedand bent in the wind.From...
The Swarm
1.The buzz comes again this morning,too familiar, a tingling in my buttocksand back, my middle, my ribs.Bees inhabit my body.
A poet I know...
The Other Side of MindEven as you’re trying to decide where to break this lineI’m right hereguiding this morning’s coffeedown the twisting tubesof your...
The Picture
there was a manwaiting under the eavesat the bathhousewhen I walked byhis camera slung around his neckcounting on the silvery blueof the oceanand...
Infinity
She dragsherself outfrom within
quick shallowbreathsand stands
tilts her head opensher mouth hears the earthan echoing tomb
and how does she knowwhat a tomb is
this woman withouta...
THOUGHTS ON THIS FRIDAY NIGHT
I went to the Chabad House
For Shabbat services and dinner
They sing with passion
The men locked arms
I still can’t help but...