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At first men in black chase us, then we chase them, then they chase us again, then all of us chase someone no one seems to know: then the chase ends and we sit down and talk about the war that started it all, how everyone rushed...

It’s mostly an accumulation of guano stuck on the horizon of things and even if you know what it is and what’s been said and written about it it’s not much to look at. Its sirens are gulls and cormorants. Seals...

They walk Hand in hand Father and son In their weekend world Fragile, fractured Holding time On loan

I fall into bed feeling Your back – Curved, shielding, A seawall Against the yearning Surge of my affection. Your breathing, A laboured measure Of nights marking The cooling sorrow Of our loving Fall to separation.  ...

childhood in your vaulted room- computer, CDs, posters, a decade- collection of cockatiel feathers. You left your only suit, worn for your Bar Mitzvah. A neighbor tied your tie knot because we didn’t know how. Your Matt...

The man in the garage is replacing my water heater. The one on the roof’s replacing solar panels. What goes next – a part of the house or some of me? We’re both as old and dated as a horse and buggy. Scientists say senior...

How do I need thee, let me count the ways. From the tibia, femur and patella my legs can flex and bend and extend. Whether bony, dimpled, or knock-kneed, I need thee freely to stand, run, leap, creep. I need thee purely to carry...

Sunday morning. I’m reading The New York Times and tear up. Truth and lies; black stories and white stories; pandemic and pandemonium; peaceful protests and mob violence; some good people and some bad people; real news and fake...

Consider the hemlock. After-storm sky clears, pale cones glisten in setting sun. The tree stretches into the summer sky. After-storm sky clears, glows with a gold dispersion– a yellow shimmering, as if air were diffused by...

And trees awake to sing on this migrating morning. Already leaves have flocked Into nests by the side of the road. A hundred birds articulate the bare bones of the trees; their last call is clear, clearer than my window...

She dances Alone in the kitchen Mom’s bare feet      step-two-three the radio turned up to the anniversary waltz De nacht vos meer haben cha-sa-nah ghat                                                                         די...

10 minutes      behind the curtains I probe the mural on the stage painted a golden-yellow setting sun mountains of reddish-brown rocks,           bones of my ancestor Jacob,           resting his head on a pillow of stone,    ...