Poetry
When we first met he had nothing, naked as a brand-new lamb. Fresh dew shimmered on the wool of his back. Then, slowly, my small apartment filled with meaningful gimcrack of his past. And then, …
No one is safe. The streets are unsafe. Even in the safety zones, it’s not safe. Even safe sex is not safe. Even things you lock in a safe are not safe. Never deposit anything …
Like streetlights still lit past dawn, the dead stare at us from the framed photographs. You may say otherwise, but there they are, still here traveling continuously backwards without a sound further and further into …
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red …
A week after Evander dies I sweep the last of his fur from the plank floors. Dark, difficult floors that are a challenge to keep clean, with or without a cat. Death keeps company with …
Word over all, beautiful as the sky! Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost; That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly wash again, …
Now thou hast loved me one whole day. Tomorrow when thou leav’st, what wilt thou say? Wilt thou then antedate some new-made vow? Or say that now We are not just those persons which we …
Mickey Mouse has AIDS! The 64-year-old, four-fingered rodent with the big, black ears, was infected with HIV in the first experiment of its kind in the U.S.A. "I don't know how it happened," said the …
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned …
“How pleasant to know Mr. Lear!” Who has written such volumes of stuff! Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But a few think him pleasant enough. His mind is concrete and fastidious, His nose is …
Because he was a butcher and thereby Did earn an honest living (and did right), I would not have you think that Reuben Bright Was any more a brute than you or I; For when …
I was not born with the mothering bone, so it’s not the young woman my own age on the 48 bus hoisting her off- spring aloft who trains my attention, or catches my heart but …
Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring’d legend haunts about thy shape Of …
Dear God, I want you to know I feel so much better since I cleaned the fish tank. Every time I saw them sucking at the surface like a row of tenors, my guilt was …
Even after the murder of the child Muhammad on Rosh HaShanah, the paper didn’t go black. In the same water in which the snipers wash their uniforms, I prepare my pasta, and over it pour …
What She Wanted was my bones. As I gave them to her one at a time, she put them in a bag from Saks. As long as I didn't hesitate she collected scapula and vertebrae …