No Cats --after Robert Hayden On Sunday mornings, my father tiptoes from the room where my mother sleeps curled into…
The Getaway Car --for my niece on her first birthday Look, little hellraiser, I am not known for my natural…
The Currach Listen— to your heart knocking in the gallows of your chest, bewildered &…
Prayer Thank you for the miracle of flesh and bone, of eyes, ears, lips, of splendor all around. Give us…
Dusk The sky is a sheet In my hands and my eyes Open on the riverbank Where dreams lap the…
Summer Communion --for my father, 1932-2013 My father loved tomatoes that he called old-timey. He meant not sweet but tart…
Say Goodbye, Catullus, to the Shores of Asia Minor * Peregrinator, passing through small towns, passing through solitude, what will…
Thick, Slick, Blackfly Physic Like Robin Hood who for disguise dyed face and hair with walnut juice before shooting in…