Poetry
What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not …
Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son, Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding, No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them, No more modest than immodest. Unscrew the locks …
After the war, after I was born, my father’s hobby (perhaps his obsession) was photography. New fathers often become photographers, it seems. But he took pictures of many things besides me, as if he suddenly …
Born on the first day of spring the first year of the millennium. Imitator of waitresses and magicians; unpredictable thrower of tantrums; connoisseur of Gummy Bears, vanilla yogurt, and orange juice with calcium; disliker of …
I love being a woman to be forty years old to be mistress of my life to fall in love with men to easily forget men to write my poems to cook aromatic dishes to …
— for Austin at the restaurant we sit down to wine we are so hungry the crisp appetizers/early loves and lightly seasoned salad we’ve developed appetites for the garlic & onion of life gorging on …
I had a little Sorrow, Born of a little Sin, I found a room all damp with gloom And shut us all within; And, “Little Sorrow, weep,” said I, “And, Little Sin, pray God to …
Milkweed grows by my fence. Don’t ask me to pull it. Weeds were my friends in childhood — emerald explosions in the dull cinders of train track, green lace at the sleeves of our water …
Have a nice day. Have a memorable day. Have (however unlikely) a life-changing day. Have a day of soaking rain and lightning. Have a confused day thinking about fate. Have a day of wholes. Have …
A boy had stopped his car To save a turtle in the road; I was not far Behind, and slowed, And stopped to watch as he began To shoo it off into the undergrowth — …
Wanda Sykes made a joke about leaving her vagina at home so she could go out safely at night. Think of it. Taking away their greatest weapon, hiding it in a jewelry box lined with …
It’s Saturday night and all the heterosexuals in smart little dresses and sport coats are streaming into what we didn’t know was the hottest spot between Las Vegas and LA. Janet and I are in …