If I were yours to keep, you’d have me in a  gilded case, with a large brass key dangling gingerly  from your belt loop.  But I am miles  out of...

Run into the Canyon and the Canyon Says Ouch! Darting eyes of the patchy coyote,no bodies in the brush because this is notsome simpleton dumping...

Billy G The snake circled the island, up the Hudson, down the Harlem,into the East, and around the point past Billy G’srent-controlled building on the...

From Monet to a Miner’s Ass We are just back from the old world. A six hour time difference with serious jet lag. Too tired to make...

Breathe I can’t breathe, said the fish who soon would dieI am a lie, sung the bird who could not flyI am the truth, said...

Never Times Never (Shakespeare in the Pacific Northwest) The poet, gilled aches— Salmon his singular fling upstream arches hard— spawns another poem another daughter. Having evaded this time the law of...

HUSBAND A handthat reaches out mooring mefrom a night of wind-tossed dreams luring me back to portthis bed our terra firma the heat of his palmthe only thing...

Fishing Poem The grandfather I never knew fished for hornpout in a pond I heard about but never saw. There my mother’s family spent summers, less...

Waiting to Cross a Busy Road I am trying to cross a busy road at a spot with no crosswalk for miles and miles and miles and miles but...

To the Poet—S. K.— on Channel WNET-13 Your unexpected radiance lightens the gloom in Brooklyn. You hunch; you sit by the sea. Rumbling like the rumpled waves, your voice splashes me....