Rabbit in Moonlight
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...
Remembrance Day
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...
“Please Return to Molly Goves”
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...
My Name Was Jason
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...
To My Daughter, In the Present
If I were to tell you just one thing in between the waves of pandemic
...
The Stoplight at the Corner Where Somebody Had to Die
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...
Types of Animals
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, Bill Viola: Two Poems
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....
Capacitance
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...
Here’s How It Will Go
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...
Stay Close to the Willows
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...
Farmer’s Market in Pandemic
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...