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Going again to tussle with the night-horns, wrestling the delirium bull, fed intravenous sweetmeats to the heart. There is no fate that treads these pitiless paths unworthily. An automatic curse, your gun at slant, trailing bags...

I bought communion wine this evening by mistake; incense-sweet with a hint of cypress, redolent of dark comfortless alleyways and lonely passion. Crimsons swayed about me and eternal truth was proffered in jugs of steel; and I...

Sometimes at dead of night (or in the starkness of an early, jagged morning) I find myself saying to my daughter, ‘Come home’. Although I know she’s settled with an ‘other half’, and they are the very models of young people in...

The cemetery, our true home. This small backyard–with wild flowers and insects and our past and the future– is all we need to think about, away from street seductions and shapes of commerce. We are not busy here on...

What’s faux? Tutto! The plastic chairs, the fact that we’re in Rome (New York), the piece of pipe protruding from the fountain’s mouth—a Zeus instead of Jupiter. Sounds: Lara’s Theme and Eine Kleine Nacht-Musak. The presence of...

I already told the birds that we’re the best at nesting. The crow out in the yard regarded me with a blank stare, the starling just flounced back to her flock. I already told the robin too, as she searched for worms, beak rooted...

Distance provides insight; to a tiny world normally unseen, draped in ground level confusion. From a cloud seat, the blanket is transparent, perhaps opaque because we know it is still there, floating and flapping just above the...

Cylinder of stone, Mason’s needle piercing Earth’s womb, pathway to sacred voids – linking aquifers – labyrinth of damp shadow. Dusk’s transparent veil, eager to lay a threshold amid vigor and vaults to intermingle – seekers of...

As an unhappily married young teacher Merely a few years older than my students, Walking home after work with still-new briefcase In fist, I saw a member of a class of mine I hardly knew: she looked like Raggedy Ann, Beaming up...

I stop on my daily walk to study their patina, the color late summer on muscled arms, hands stretching to smaller hands reaching back. Light splashes gold on their bronze bodies as the mother twirls them around. In orbit, the...

You left yourself here and there throughout the house, small remains where once all of you occupied space. Our visit was strained. I comfort myself for a time, cleaning around you. I find dried nests of your hair, thready webs...

It rises over the horizon and thickens on a shelf of sea before coming ashore in a sudden sweep where it settles like a cat absorbing light on a windowsill. Sea smoke. Alchemy of air and water, a blur of pixels, broken pieces of...