Poetry
Who will believe my verse in time to come, If it were filled with your most high deserts? Though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb Which hides your life, and shows not …
Three days after my mother died, her hollyhocks tumbled down under their own weight. My father disappeared. I had eaten the last of her meatloaf wrapped in wax paper. She had waved me out of …
Cold in the earth — and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time’s all-severing …
Solemnly swearing, to swear as an oath to you who have somehow gotten to be a pale old woman; swearing, as if an oath could be wrapped around your shoulders like a new coat: For …
It’s summertime in Seattle and the sun is shining as i cruise lakeside to where the Gaytons meet Leschi Lincoln Park First A.M.E. We gather together to greet the heirs of John Thomas (JT) and …
After the poetry reading, Bukowski was supposed to go to a Tea in his honor, yes, a Tea, and cookies, for Bukowski, sponsored by the good people of the nearby First Assimilationist Church, no, no …
— to a neighbor Do they make love better in heaven or is everyone above it all? If God’s presence makes heaven preferable, what do you call it when your beloved looks inside and you …
and a family of two is exploring the Student Union. Dad is all decked out in the shirt she bought with her own money. Joyce is wearing snug cut-offs and her freshman breasts stir as …
I know what the caged bird feels, alas! When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass, And the river flows like a stream of glass; …
They didn’t shoot at us. A silent scene until we clogged the beach, and then — all hell, potato masher hand grenades, machine gun fire, artillery. I swear each shell passed close enough you could …
The time you won your town the race We chaired you through the market-place; Man and boy stood cheering by, And home we brought you shoulder-high. To-day, the road all runners come, Shoulder-high we bring …