Norman Rockwell Thanksgiving
My mother framed the Rockwell painting.
That image of matriarch in white apron
setting down white platter
with turkey large enough to feed
all the smiling...
I never grew out of cookies
and milk
I grew in.
Someone reflective,
not out loud.
Even behind the smoke,
I saw wheels turn and wondered
where had you gone?
Perhaps it...
Doors locked, we hide the keys
Jeans frayed across the knees
On our backs beneath the stars
Basking in an autumn breeze
She spies Polaris, points out Mars
They’re...
Cape Cod
Peace rumbles in the distance like thunder
then flashes in your window like lightening
to hang heavy in the air like the damp
so the boards...
I.
“Koi,” in Japanese,
is homophonic for the word “love.”
Koi fish can recognize
the person that feeds them.
Circling your mother’s pond,
they open their wide mouths
to vanish the...
Toward the New Year, that late December,
we parked the car near the old Sealtest Plant
just off Pennsylvania a block down from
Washington Circle where, since...
A Heart-Shaped Amulet
Gazing upon the houses and fields of my kingdomI can see my grandmother outside a cottage –around her neck a heart-shaped amulet.Behind...
How Soon Is Now?
Christmassomewhere in Dixie
a young mothernurses her baby
listening to anythingbut The Smiths
while geekstry to figure out
her nameher location
Students shotthe footage
yet thered hat
that...
Fenwick Island
I wish you were here,for you would understandhow the confident starscan move this nightto companionable pity,unwholesome as it is,how the imperishable seamasquerades its...
