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Cold Requiem

Tonight the harbor is the sea: waves thunder, detonate on rocks, slosh over the seawall. The glaring moon has dissolved the stars. Few others are out, it is...

To Live in Interesting Times

The fluorescent light seems to struggle against death. Not dead yet, the fixture pulses every few or several seconds bequeathing humility to the shadows. The light is beacon-like...

Missing

Late spring, nights still cold, the stars clear as spotlights, people I love keep dying. Every week a different shocking loss: cancer, gunshot, embolism, suicide, on and...

Ordinary Ceremonies

we don’t wait for a wedding. on any average Tuesday, we plunge our fingers into expensive containers & paint our faces gold. we dress in silk &...

Covid’s Metamorphoses

I know—I know, sorry! Sorry. It’s this basement desk, this heavy rain, that has me thinking of that wet poem, book one’s great flood, the threat...

I Develop A Crush on My Psychiatrist

And here she is: thirst. A parable about a drowning man. A skull found by the edge of a river. Gully of a mouth, bank of a woman....

Resilience I

Fire is an aria, not a red curtain. What survived? A filing cabinet, a pair of diamond earrings, a skillet. Fire is a contest, not a medal. What...

Get Off My Lawn

The yell that arose from the shallow grave at the base of my brain to interrupt my son as he reached for the late lone tulip— death-vaunting goth...

Insurrection, January 6, 2021

The god of destruction has finally chosen the time to reveal himself in his vast formless Picassian glory. He treads horned and naked through the elegant...

Lakefill

Summer in Chicago. Day five with the cousins. You are with your sister at a different lake. When you come home we will divorce. We have not told...

Lament in Time of COVID

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...

Love Song

“Like a swift migrating fish, the word cellulite has suddenly crossed the Atlantic.” —Vogue (April 15, 1968) Come, sea ripple. Come, ocean swell of the world that...