The Four Sons I sit, the wicked son at the Passover table, my teeth blunted by my father, not because I am ignorant of the law like...

A Rainy Day Song For Sly Stone You know today was rained out So inside all day just me and my Clicker my box my many Channels my...

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...

Beach I used to walk, back in my long walking days, down a wonderful promenade, just across from my usual hotel on the beach, all...

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...

Fragments From where we sit, the waves seemto insist on shoving everything asideand always right at our feet, buildinga beach out of its bottomless discards:out...

Painting by Alice Neel Once in childhood, I saw love in an art book.Painting of Geoffrey Hendricks and Brian.But, of course, I couldn’t read thenand...

On Learning to Be Alone You are not supposed to want itout loud (or so I am told): the breaking open of the sternum,the flooding of...

Starry Night And the Astronauts “When I paint space, I am with the astronauts,”—Alma Thomas, visionary artist and painter, 1972 A Japanese billionaire books SpaceX’s starship...

Informal Form your thinking in lines of two.Let couplets speak their gauzy magic. Does this form count? No real form butwhite space, no imposition but a...