Poetry
You come in big and high from the beach though your shoulders are small your arm is in place around the red board and your orange swim trunks are just where they should properly be …
My father refused to teach my mother how to drive his car. He said it wasn’t ladylike in 1949; a woman driver was no better than a streetwalker. She was to take the bus and …
I saw the fox running by the side of the road past the turned-away brick faces of the condominiums past the Citco gas station with its line of cars and trucks and he ran, limping, …
Sunday July 4th 1836 I made a vow within my soul, O Child,When thou wert laid beside my weary heart,With marks of death on every tender partThat, if in time a living infant smiled,Winning my …
Such a brave generation. We marched onto the streets in our T-shirts and jeans, holding the hand of the stranger next to us with a trust I can’t summon now, our voices raised in song. …
While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes, My heart would brim with dreams about the times When we bent down above the fading coals; And talked of the dark folk, who live in souls …
And certain women will run up and treat me like a movie star. Suddenly, i’ll become handsome and witty and perfect, and other men will hate my power. I’ll become a famous victim of jealousy. …
for Sue After a day of paving, we sit on our new patio to appreciate our results. For five minutes we enjoy our silence, but then you ask me, “What are you thinking?” I say, …
(Written during the first Gulf War) When did I become so hardened to human suffering? Who is this monster I do not recognize, who can sit in front of a T.V. watching a war as …
A wealthy squire he lived in our town And he was a man of high renown He had one daughter, a beauty bright And the name he called her was his Heart’s Delight. Many a …
Love rode 1500 miles on a greyhound bus & climbed in my windowone night to surpriseboth of us.the pleasure of that sleepyshock has lasted a decadenow or more because she isalways still doing it and …
It began with light lute music in the high parlor of an old Victorian house in Santa Cruz, Alice dressed in luminescent white, carrying a bouquet of carnations and roses, a garland of baby’s breath …