Monthly Archives: April 2009

My black face fades, hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn’t, dammit: No tears. I’m stone. I’m flesh. My clouded reflection eyes me like a bird of prey, the profile of night slanted against morning. I turn this … Continue reading →

Today, lonely for my father, I saw a log, or branch, long, bent, ragged, bark gone. I felt lonely for my father when I saw it. It was the log that lay near my uncle’s old milk wagon. Some men … Continue reading →

When one has lived a long time alone, one refrains from swatting the fly and lets him go, and one hesitates to strike the mosquito, though more than willing to slap the flesh under her, and one lifts the toad … Continue reading →

ever been kidnapped by a poet if i were a poet i’d kidnap you put you in my phrases and meter you to jones beach or maybe coney island or maybe just to my house lyric you in lilacs dash … Continue reading →

They are pounded into the earth like nails; move an inch, they are driven down again. The earth is sore with them. It is a spiny fruit that has lost hope of being raised and eaten. It can only ripen … Continue reading →