Drive to Thinness
Did the sound of the clicking hooves cause you to starve yourself?
Like a poor scavenger,you fed on scraps of sin and servitude,injecting...
Fox Cubs
It was a cold day,the kind of cold only clearweather brings.that hardens the earthand makes life scarce.
There was something ignobleabout the hunk of...
The women in a familyI.In softest cream cashmere, silk drapingwrists of verbena, vanilla, rose.Bronze chargers under china, layersof scent: rosemary roasting turkey, breadbaking. Today...
For Therapy, I Mix Metaphors
From a frozen wedge of machine-split pine,tossed on this settling fire, one frayed, martyredfiber curls back and away like a...
Captives
Life and time have held us captives— turnedThe moon an imposter in the affairs of the night.
The justice-chirping canaries of yesterday have buriedTheir preaching...
AGENT OF CHANGE
During the WinterOf your discontentYou craveThe warm embrace of Spring,Knowing it will fade away toThe scintillating heatOf SummerBut you need not worry.No!Because...
The Pianist
Władysław Szpilman in Warsaw
Music grows on wave crests.When the sails of sound are at half-mast,music breaks up into pebbles.Each soloist is a finger...
Love Letters
We who are wedded to timelounge on the beach. Gullssweep along the sandcarrying a message of depths.They have salted their pathsin the brine...
