Man Stands Outside the World
Perched not so high,in squatty crouched gargoyleposition.
Man stands outside the worldand I am that man.
Rubbing a morning’s dewfrom gushing goldfingers.
A...
What’s Left of My Grandmother’s Signature
In her room at Poet’s Walkher first name begins witha cursive J elegantlycompleting itself on the wall,
resting in suspended...
Translated from the Albanian by Ani Gjika
We continue our celebration of Women in Translation Month this week. Katherine E. Young, Poet Laureate Emerita 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...
FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH
The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...
Cloth & Sun
Chaos greets me at the door—
broken things swirl,
dust motes through worn curtains,
a breath before the next bruise.
You coil like an old cobra,
fangs...
