Poetry

At The Burial of an Abbess

Under the pine trees and the snow, black on white, and row on row, we leave our sisters when they go.   We age and die, we fill our space and no one...

Two Ducks

There they were, in conventional prose, dabbling together in a break in the ice, unnoticed, unnoticing of the surrounding glass.   The caught train of...

Nathan Pitchford

I. Easter MondayMon chef majeur? He is the Holy Ghost,and Nathan asks, “Have you been born again?”Perhaps not. I have faith in Christ. AmenI say to you He comes...

Ash Wednesday

I boiled my life downto the purest extractand watched it dryand flake away—Timothy P. Schilling

Paha Sapa Redux

I dreamed of Stonehenge and its megaliths        rising from mists and myths,then dreamed of Easter Island and the stone ...

Assumption (Dalí, 1956)

Her canopy conceals from me the clouds over Port Lligat.One by one the desert’s drawers are openedand rifled through, releasing her remains in zeroesor in vowels...

Semi-Abstract Portrait Of Student Driver

Head down but seeming to bob, an eyeon either side of the road, is the gazeand the profile of the student driver,scrutinizing the green turn-signal arrow. ...

Sonnet for Zia

Ballroom partner to a broom swept overKitchen scraps, you spun to Dorsey, scuffingUp the floor, and waving withered hands,And flashing past a husband puffing ...

Without Consideration

I never imagined the bodies ofDead Marines; the blood and dirtCarefully wiped away, the woundsCleaned, sutured, before they werePlaced in caskets and escortedFor...

Quilt

Here is a geographywith no placefor distance, a love that seams completein the scheme of purpose,a declaration of dependence betweenmother and daughter,embedded in...

Two Poems

Garden EssaiIn all modesty you movedthe painted fern nearer.You trusted the work, trustedthe nature of the desire.It wasn’t ego.Afternoons were haze and walkingback...

Justice

You tell me the day is not nowand I try to enliven my coughto make sure I’m alive.That’s how noise is,and how a hundred violinsplaying in unisoncan elicit applause....
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Borrowed Voices

January 1, 2014 | 0 comments

Goaded by Doubt

September 9, 2013 | 1 comment

Songs of Himself

September 9, 2009 | 0 comments