Poetry

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...

for John W. Pritchard, Jr. We should remember all the dead of the Sixth Marines. They survived the Battle of Okinawa, its rot stench under a "typhoon of steel," then they prepared...

Molly, if you read this poem, I have your three snapshots. What a lot of white-shirted redheads in plaid skirts, red and black, rioting in the school auditorium, each...

On the south shore, an overdose claims a life every eight days - Massachusetts Department of Public Health, 2014 My palms so pale, palm to palm to...

If I were to tell you just one thing              in between the waves of pandemic        ...

They won’t put a stoplight on that corner till somebody dies, my father would say. Somebody has to die. And my mother would always repeat: Somebody...

after Borges some by branching   by bivalve   by colony   by loping   by leaping some disguised in waiting   in watching   by blending in motion some in color   in...

Agnes Varda: The Ardent Background   Always in the background of her films, landscape as seeing at times through a window. framed by a curtain held back by a hand....

Coronary sinus that fills and releases. Cascading breath falls to basin. Small branches stretched exhaling temperamental at best. Thumbprints on frosted glass. Windows outlooking lots. Full of forgotten...

The chest cage and diaphragm, with expansive spirit, cooperate one last time, the discomfort at the depth of the intake a reason to pause, with a sense...

Is a country way of sayin’ remain near home, don’t venture far, keep nearby.   Once you embody shadow under the pine’s umbrella and grace the riverbank, turn around, go no farther.   A...

The Saturday rite is now a drive-by: we’re all laid back in our masks awaiting our turn. The line stretches far down the street; no one expects to...