It Was the Summer of Hard Tomatoes sucking into themselves like I shied inward when asked, How is your father? like…
Frijoles Negros I comb my sieve for pebbles. Set beans to soak. Ready cast-iron—in Cambridge, as in California. Listing winter…
Tomato Ghazal Every year we wait for the summer’s first tomato. We lived in little sunshine with a thirst for…
Interlude A morning gone resplendent in autumn lavish, when a strange still-scape appears in the parted grass: the long, oil-slick…
The Lookout I look up, in the black and white picture—my hair still cropped short, my mug floating atop a…
Time and Stillness --Seated Woman Pablo Picasso, 1920 Musée Picasso, Paris I knew someone…
Lost Song --after Carolyn Forché’s “Lost Poem” I’m searching for a song I heard years ago. I can’t recall the…