Tide I’m pulling back. Goof slides! Clown bites! Wheels to roll wonderful me to a finish line that some bastard…
Hot Water --after Eavan Boland Heat rises in ribbons from the street as an old crow sits at the edge…
At Home on a Snowy Day I remember last winter a day of thick snow, a Saturday. We didn’t have…
Country Table country table is my grandfather country who, his piety personified and sat next to me at dinner, kissed…
April Afternoon 1 April afternoon Gnats alight in slanting light A graceless spring dance I touched your hand I didn’t…
Dual What comes flickering on the wind is not quite a bird, more the idea that a feathered being would…
Shake the Dust This is for the fat girls. This is for the little brothers. This is for the schoolyard…
Hiking to Porthgain We’ve all seen them . . . in Conti’s or wherever . . . sprogs of walkers,…