Category: Poetry

there in the garden pretending to ornament isosceles shaped a ladder I yell to it Hey! I say you’re the definition of function without beauty steps to nothing not reaching to top off a tree or God yet you hold my eye the slope...

as the blossom began to fade i heard it sing if I’m not perfect i am still beautiful

after Sophie Tolstoy when trying to understand why human beings do what they do a fog descends in which I struggle to look before behind only to be blinded by the absurd trying to see through shadows is a fool’s game bleary...

a man he did the best he could a scared man living in the shadows of a dead rival whom he never bested tried at all failed at most a man of stinking feet harbinger of rot begun low crept lower ended in a sigh a broken heart at...

imagine the world at ten too large to know the end ten blocks in the direction walked each day to school and back then my father a Christmas surprise brought home a set of Lionel trains right from the window of Macy’s downtown...

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...