My little sister is beautiful.She has our father’s eyes, brown.Her mother’s skin—light, blinding.
Something in her skin draws meand I look like a confused scribble,a...
To the
Poet—S. K.—
on Channel WNET-13
Your unexpected
radiance lightens the gloom
in Brooklyn. You hunch;
you sit by the sea.
Rumbling like the rumpled waves,
your voice splashes me....
The divorce.
The final chapter of
our union
tells of bone deep chagrin-
the dumb utter of
'I feel statements'
plays itself like a mantra,
useless invocations found
in the crumpled leaflets
from...
Dog Pack
The dog loves the woman.
I
think of Thumper (dumbass name)
named
by dumbass couple, Bedford, NY.
She
didn’t need no lousy name.
I don’t need a word, she...
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...
