Category: Poetry

Let me be the bacon To your tomato heart. Heavy on the mayo, light On the toast. Deal the lettuce Leaves from their round deck. Tear the ends Of paper straws an...

  June, stay a while. Linger with me until the last bloom on the basswood tree withers, and the bees move on to bergamot. I’ll see you in the jars of...

  We sat across from one another at a local bakery, two isolatos on distant sides of a big marble table. You were narrow shouldered, lean, almost emaciated...

to begin when you don’t know what the deal is, or if there’s a deal, nobody’s saying it’s a deal, or we have a deal, I mean there are times when you think you’r...

What a luxurious bed        and through that window             &...

my presentation completed I walk the Via Dolorosa on the route He walked buried now some feet below me by the debris of time all around me I feel larval creatur...

–“and the Word became Flesh,” —John 1:14 (RSV) –“and someday, I’m gonna be a real boy!” —Pinocchio The stick figure man tries to figure how hi...

  We think of walks as lines, sometimes crooked, zigzaggy, maybe even loopy, but always A to B. So I was surprised, delighted, a little disconcerted when y...

  Time is one pirate, gravity another. Still, my swashbuckler- grandson wishes to be set free from a part of his limitations: he wants to fly above a man’s...

  Picture us, two sixty-year olds Shooting the rock in the cul-de-sac, Me in ripped gardening jeans, Dribbling with one hand, holding a beer with the other...