The dazzle of fireflies in the sticky Jersey night the sour tang of mold tickling my nose in cramped summer…
Beau Soir --after Claude Debussy The sun is long settled and the sky has been assembled then reassembled by an…
Sprang! Tassel-head weeds toss in a fresh wind. Stretch up over rye neighbors, hang out Tap-dancing till they snatch the…
Just One More It’s an old crabapple, not pruned for years, more thicket than tree. I cut dead and diseased…
The Cinderblock Duplex in the Sixties Newly wed with rented furniture. We’d roll to the middle of the lumpy bed…
Daughter I write about her in poems, thinking she can be brought back by songs. In dreams, she floats around…
La Spezia Instead, he flicks a royal wave towards La Spezia Gulf, exhales for emphasis and plunges the quartered lime…
The Anchovy of Melancholy In my vision along the bookshelf Anchovy becomes Anatomy of Melancholy where Burton accuses fish of…