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...
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...
When We Were Young
Each moment was thick,pearled into droplets,
not yet thinned.The clink of dishes. The rustle
of hymnal pages turning. Dust moteshovering in a sunbeam....
Easter Night
After a long sleep, I wake,long after the chill of sunrise services in parks,after high heels sinking into wet grass,after even late morning...
The Twin FawnsAfter Peregrine Honig’s The Twin Fawns
In the backroom of this clubmusic so loud you could neverhear the traffic, a drag queen downstairscollecting...
Quarry
The sun looks higher here by the quarry
Daylight savings a forgotten grumblefor the sleep-deprived days of yestermonth.
The time is truly 6:49, but soon thebiddies...
Beat
An amniotic lake within meand you, floating
then the deafening silence,static nothingness where I
expected sound.
For a week I am a shipwrecknot split open on rocky...
Late in the Game
We sleep peacefully,side-by-side,except, by chance,when she or I turn outward, to the edgeof our plush and well-shaped bed.
Never inward, it would...
