atlas goes under hanna’s outer band bears down on the man.waves impound concrete piles on north padre island. a mist-maker, circling in his pen, hurls the...

Dinosaur Sonnet     “Everything is true, and nothing is true!”      —Albert Camus My vanilla is dripping while fires spreadand there must be better ways to say this. Land dinosaurs...

These poems are published connected to a series of workshops produced in partnership between Day Eight and the East Rock Creek Senior Village supported...

Drive to Thinness Did the sound of the clicking hooves cause you to starve yourself? Like a poor scavenger,you fed on scraps of sin and servitude,injecting...

Tyrant-Poem I We will shake our bodies like animals abandoned in the forest, and the moon will sing lullabies for the dead; the dead who were mine and did...

Fox Cubs It was a cold day,the kind of cold only clearweather brings.that hardens the earthand makes life scarce. There was something ignobleabout the hunk of...

The women in a familyI.In softest cream cashmere, silk drapingwrists of verbena, vanilla, rose.Bronze chargers under china, layersof scent: rosemary roasting turkey, breadbaking. Today...

For Therapy, I Mix Metaphors From a frozen wedge of machine-split pine,tossed on this settling fire, one frayed, martyredfiber curls back and away like a...

Captives Life and time have held us captives— turnedThe moon an imposter in the affairs of the night. The justice-chirping canaries of yesterday have buriedTheir preaching...

Ode to You I give you the deep attention we call          reverie.You give me time of timelessness.You have the kind...