The Stroke
followed him up the back stairs,through the kitchen door,
passing me at the tableand into the living room
where he collapsed on the floor.I picked...
approaching eternity
the navigator is the bishop’sdaughter he said before he left us
planted in the astronomers’meadow head thrown backand eyes open to the nighti study...
Thrownness
A choice? Not one of those.And now Martin with his thrownness.I am a javelin with dangling heredity legs.Booster cables for the heart's long winter.Salamander-crawled...
Time is a surgeon
I am a spoke.Turning clockwise, notat all the wiser.Choices dig their roots intosoil without my consent but Iwater them anyway.A mossy...
Thirst, Greece
From a photo by Herbert List, 1939
A slender forearm in shadowelbow on a tablefingertips contemplating a tumbler of ouzoindex finger raised from the...
Immaculate Ruins
It begins with a stranger’s cautious agreementto get lost for a while in the ruins of you, playing
sentinel from the love seat’s worn...
