Poetry

Have you forgotten which bus takes you down Flatbush Avenue—ballpark where on Saturday afternoons, a beer-bellied mechanic rounded the bases all the way

Crowned a week before Easter. It is spring. The spirit might have whispered in your ear, as with Mary; the virus could have entered though the eye, through other openings. Your uvula once pink and light as...

I tied a naked guy up to a bedpost once. I had to go over his instructions carefully before setting out, the door was unlocked,...

Be in the world for me while I sleep  do you hear that voice outsmarting itself again saying saying makes it so send a green fly to annoy send a black fly for torment from your cave doorway...

A poem of erasures and passages in-between, of negative space and images with holes right through the heart of them

  a little star becomes a starry wheel      rolling in huge silence     toward us announced by meteoric children         flashing to nobody’s...

When social distancing, how far: the mirage of others, ombre of their vanishing points like—and only like—a hem stained dark, dementing the spectrum with evanescent egg wash,...

after Brueghel's "The Peasant Wedding" and William Carlos Williams' poem Bowls and white tablecloth and plain brown walls. Bonnet, cap or hat. A placid young girl sits on...

This morning’s news comes as relentlessly as it has for weeks, and today I watch as Hasidic Jews bury their dead by the hundreds in Brooklyn, rabbis sitting...

Hover your mouse over a line to reveal the text. If you’re using a touchscreen device, touch any line.   In the storm scene, when...

  Image: "Relaxing" by Chris, licensed under CC 2.0. Mary Buchinger: “how readily I assign holy” is part of a series of poems I’ve...

Rabbit in moonlight startles as my door opens and clicks shut, but rabbit doesn’t run: it waits, poised on my lawn, interrupted. If I don’t get too close, it...