March Ghazal
Under mud and brittle leaves, in a month named for war,the throes of spring begin, ecstatic and adorned for war.Behold the hordes stumbling...
Drunken Forest
Do you feel sometimes like the floor here is moving under youAdela askscoming back with another bottle of McCormick’s ginI say noAs the...
Museum of Science, Boston
In a hushed and darkenedroom, with pre-schoolers so wired they threatento emit sparks,spotlights fallon what Dr. Frankenstein rigged to callthe life...
After Being Raised by Wolves
I miss the tangle of brothers
over a warm perish
of fox or rabbit. The muzzle
and sniff in good sleep.
Rain sleeking my...
Ghost Theories
New research suggests ghostsare the body’s sensitivityto magnetic fields—the body feels theseas a presence, a hovering.Or, that ghosts arethe barely perceptible humof faraway...
White Witch as a Young Girl
Thick like molasses—Watch outfor your weight chorusthe church ladies, little girlsnot allowed delightfrom Turkey or elsewhere.Don’t brown in the...
Terminal
Actually, it’s good to be quiet, to
be a waiting stone, while that word
caroms around the room.
Does he mishear it
as Eternal? The one time I...
Synchronicity
I.
You loved me when I was an open flower
something nice to look at on sunny days
never asking for much
II.
I loved you like a stone
you...
