In the third grade, I sat in the last row.Chalk dust whisper down the slate blackboard.The radiators hammered like anvilsthroughout the morning. In the...
Clouds weep on theWindows adding their sorrow to my unchecked sadness. Sun tries to drysky’s tears, shine throughbut fog shrouds sky,effectively blockingany warmth from...
darkness fell, and we knew what we were in for; wind howled and we sheltered from the storm, and crawling from beneath the fallen branches,the shadows...
Joan, Bob, and Ginsberg
If you had known Joan and Bob
you would have said they were such crazies -
her hauntingly beautiful voice
his wildly cataclysmic fantasies...
DetoxIn the morning her long hair drapes like black tears over her shoulders,her Hispanic bones bruised with alcohol and sorrowso that when she says...
Reflections of the Delta
An old Cadillac floats past the snow-white fields,Its old dents have traveled here before,Soft blue-sky surrounds the car, enveloping the ground,The...
The Exodus of Icarus
Standing in the candlelightWatching the flames flicker up, and down,Watching your eyes turn golden and fill with determination.You say you’ll carry...
POULTICEWhen you have looked elsewherefor answers—the spider’s web,the empty hive, the rotted log,beneath the unturned stone—ask yourself what you haveneglected. Do not lamentthat what...
Violin Plays
She holds on tight to bow and strings, yet,it is her body, curving and rounding,on inner caverns that gives musicits beginnings: Soaked in...
