Drenched in Spindrift Spindrift saturates my bones. Country night comes velvet black. Ebb tide sings my lullaby, atonal and aleatoric,…
Camp David The kitchen floor awash in clothes While flies library whisper around the sink. There is a hole the…
Bolshoi Ballet Tours the West: A Cold War Poem The word “defection” floats in the air. Sotto voce. The ability…
Mosaic of a Spring Day in Quarantine From the mauve armchair in my living room: a flowering pink quince hosts…
Future Nostalgia We ceased naming days when each one was copy-pasted from the last. We keep time now by the…
Naive Morning I dreamed I solved the labyrinth of her fingerprints, of kissing the blue-veined hollows of her wrists with…
Jack Pine Squally Weather, Georgian Bay --F.H. Varley, 1920 They call me the…
Sleepless Driving through the Karoo in the bright heat of a summer afternoon, torpid with sweat, wind flapping damp towels…