Winter Dream Time ravishes the line, with glare of colorYou fashion a sky, scarring silenceMoon hoards the light Scars of strangeLines fashioned into a druma sky...

THE ARC OF THE SUN for my mother Here is what you have revealed: At eighteen,you rode a Greyhound from New Jerseyall the way down to...

After the Ambulance Why can’t we break the tensionlike how your motherbroke that Waterford your father gave heron their thirty-fifth anniversary,the day her body first...

French Resistance, without any French The raccoons lived in the back shedlike a family of nocturnal lawn mowers.The backyard just the front yardthat no one...

Hobbs Square, 1955, Worcester, MAAfter a photograph of Cecile Aaronson by a Telegram and Gazette photographer The woman stands at the open windowon the day...

Cosquilla you provided for me make-believe-come-realfairy tales tangible and new<you added texture to my paintingsgrains of heaven engulfed in color and hue linear needs met wavy...

Daydreaming A knife and small plate left in the sinkovernight, next to some Ivory dish soaponly chosen because it was on salefor another two days,...

A Woman Turns Fifty with Cherry Blossoms A cold spring, too cold, blossoms a fizz of pink only a smattering against the gray sky. How much of...

Woman In A Field I want to paint your sky blue skirt spotted with hundreds of white islands, ocean on land before a primrosed field,...

Marvelous Creeper It seeps,it creeps.Emerging, crawling,a marring of sky.Amber deepens to pumpkin,the distortion less unsettling.Soon, a blood orange supplants everything.We sit here, marveling. Not waiting,not...