Dispersal
a symposium of seedsclimbs on the gustsshaking the cypressesand satellite dishes,land to be flattenedby a work boot.skitter, sciurine,to a patch of dirt. it is...
Getting Older
My father used to say, when I asked about
his younger days, that he didn’t remember.
I find myself using the same words.
The laundress hands...
Among Various Lives
This version has no soldiering father, no mothermuttering in the dark bedroom, gin-stokedinto daily rants and hungered sleep, nobig-eyed sister, no sullen...
Sunlight on Rue Saint-Augustin
The flat is full of sunlight, too full of sunfor a morning after French wine andcherry blossom footsteps
atop streets dark with...
On a Middle-Aged Birthday
The worlds beginto thin now.So much that Iam not disturbedwhen I spill intoa life I leftlong ago. I buycheap coffeefor home,...
