Category: Poetry

A train comes into the station with the sound of a wave rushing to shore, which is also the sound of time coming to a point. This is the moment when a row of holiday-makers, waist deep in the sea, greets the onset of a big swell...

In saucy March light a patch of snow molts like a deflated dragon. All sequins and undulations, the hide smokes as the soul sinks into the earth. For many months, the dragon will cheat the sun, the pushy rival of his fire. Come...

In the hour from four to five p. m. in winter, the pines stand up in snow like asparagus stalks in a bin of crushed ice, although asparagus season, season of renewal, is months away. As the sun goes down, the trunks soak up the...

The moon rises over one, two, three electric wires. Before she clears them, the lines score her belly like a barcode. They stop for nothing, the taut wires, pierce the scooped-out crowns of trees, crooked lyres no bright god...

Three mice, blind, naked, pink, with pink tail, white feet, their eyes sealed shut. The child discovers them on a garage shelf in shredded paper. She moves closer, hears their tiny squeak. Their smallness frightens her. Their...

The lady came and stayed with us. In the back room by the garage. My father brought her home with his black bag and said she needed a place to live for a while. My mother fixed up a bed for her. I was big, three, and the baby...

He was our friend, Irv, and had come for dinner. Daddy was late from work, Irv and I were in the yard where Mother was feeding the baby. I’d answered no to something—did I want some water—and Irv said Come on, all the little...

All at once the dog running into the street the car hitting the dog the dog flying then falling the man getting out of his car and though a child she saw he was stricken      her wail the dog’s whimpering her father kneeling...

Discreet, to say the least, the arrival. No Uber or cab. Feasts, garbed in haute couture, no bib, no offer of a bite. Delights in al fresco dining, private backyard, a must. The wow of such beings, pate lowering, extracting...

Feline eyes, ageless gray marble, Nile into mine. Kohl-lined sheaths dissolve seasons, this day, that time lost to vertiginous chimes, the whistle of desert winds, sand that bronzes my thighs. A claw pierces my shoulder. Am I,...