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Widow

God, You carry this device in my chest called   love &  I - a child of  infertility - choose you to  sterilize  the left testicle  of ...

Up Close

A dandelion’s fruiting head a jeweled amphora. Spinach tissue’s blue mosaic, too beautiful to eat. Stomata dot the skin of trillium like points on a map, what’s laid bare by...

Ghazal in the Year of Corona

What can I do to stay clear of Corona? How can I not draw too near to Corona?   Praying that someday we’ll all meet again And not...

I’m Trying to be a Person

I’m Trying to be a Person on whom nothing is lost. I have ruined several custards with scalding impatience.             Not...

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...

Eastern Screech Owl and Northern Goshawk: Two Poems

Eastern Screech Owl   Outside my daughter’s window— she’s eight—a screech owl in a pilfered nest in the hollow of a horse chestnut tree.   The squirrel squawks, glaring first at me,...

Crime Shows

I watch crime shows from Norway and Sweden. Wallander and Salamander and others with names I can’t pronounce. I watch crime shows from England with American actors. There are guys who hang out in dark corners and women police detectives who talk about one night stands and hang out in closets.

Poem Beginning in the Body and Ending in a Landscape

Partly wreckage See Left leg Not going as the leg once went Not light The way the light once went Before the light went dim And a field grew out of...

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....

Allegheny Cemetery Day in Winter

The world of "Allegheny Cemetery Day in Winter" is compelling and haunting. A poem by David Blair.

Johnnie Redding

News said he died of a cocaine overdose in the elevator shaft of an old warehouse. He languished there for months, they said, under a layer of...

Intensive Care

No figures here but pulse, breath and pressure; no metonymy of fate but a real hand cold upon a real sheet. What could any actor speak more...