Red-eye
Wake up in harsh lighting,startled by an announcement.There is a sudden shift fromeight hours of sittingto scurrying about your seat.Pull bags down from bins,drag...
Only the Forest Remembers
Only the forest remembersand us.The sturdy, low boughsheld us in our youthas we climbed.The upper twigs swayedand bent in the wind.From...
The Swarm
1.The buzz comes again this morning,too familiar, a tingling in my buttocksand back, my middle, my ribs.Bees inhabit my body.
A poet I know...
The Other Side of MindEven as you’re trying to decide where to break this lineI’m right hereguiding this morning’s coffeedown the twisting tubesof your...
The Picture
there was a manwaiting under the eavesat the bathhousewhen I walked byhis camera slung around his neckcounting on the silvery blueof the oceanand...
A Simple MachineThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society.
Frayed and wild...
