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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...