Poetry

Globetrotter (From Globetrotter & Hitler’s Children – New York: Akashic Books, 2009) g a yielding of earth leaves soft patch for migrant foot plucked from far-flung places much like slugs mud-plucked shelled in silt s...

A Room in Pisa, 1820   Mary napping in grass by the sea; a small sealed box under one hand I My Pisan moon grew in night-shadows on the wall as the dually-sired girl I was sat wryly open-thighed, exposing my eager whitened cleft, done...

New Year’s Light The light shining on new snow this new year morning, turning its teeth to grains of salt, its salt to crystals of sugar, is new light, light filled with its own intimation of itself, light suffused with the essence of light i...

Res Obscura   Yesterday’s snow, and this morning’s window. These same days start with black tea, burnt toast, vitamins. Thick mittens, snow scraped off the front stoop with the steel toe of my boot. Later, a wool sweater for my shoulders, m...

Wisdom   We pass—as we like. Unsurpassed graveyards Expect us—just like our mothers once did. Without respect, we tire, retire; our breaths Soon date, expire. We staff our epitaphs. As scripted, we find the stars cool to ash, The sun dro...

The Praise Tree   I Gusts run through the sapling and it shivers and sways, the leaves lift delicate green, glittering silver, settle shadow-dark, lift green and silver again, and the tree is an actress on a stage, swooning, flinging...