My People
They were uncomfortable with expressions of feeling […]
He must have staggered into the clearing […]
I am on a mountain smiling / I am bathing […]
They rest, discarded heaps of worn-out cloth, […]
i gathered up the wildest of warms, […]
Too easy without rhyme? Mr. B., I have news for you: […]
Dizzy at the edge […]
On the road between the Keats House and the Freud House […]
Here, the Tantrics and Sufis dance away fear […]
I know what you’re looking for, standing there, […]
Infant Ornette Coleman heard everyone speaking at once. […]
My sexual orientation is November, Morrissey, and Maundy Thursday. It is the toes of […]
Tattoo’d & ruby-lipped, she shows […]
Li Bai,
As you wandered in exile, did you hear the acrosswater call of the pipa […]
(Ukrainian word for the sound of wind in trees)
Russified, having lost its original meaning, […]
It had lived for years in a space no thicker than a dime, (…)
What I took to be true love turned out to be a tattered paper doily. […]
• Wait before purchase because rage may subside, […]
I wasn’t always like this. As a girl, I loved […]
My nephew, may his wildest dreams come true, […]
First from his master who had […]
In a seagrass meadow, a male seahorse […]
I’m fifteen years old, and halfway through our delicious
History
His travel grant came through, so where should he go?
Table and chairs; sofa, ottoman, mattress; […]
Even if you hadn’t cracked a hundred homers…
Once meant a line of demarcation so clear…
Right up front, this must be said: we hope we’re wrong [….]
Henny Youngman, a nightclub and TV star from the golden age of comedy…
My jack-o’-lantern bloomed with mold. […]
the villas, sister, are all empty—on a spring ray, like on a spit…
Which is to say I imagine the tapes like […]
Severity and invention—
how the v’s in the middle of those words yoke together […]
If you listen to the love-calls of birds as you walk […]
When I saunter to the mailbox in miserable sun, […]
June dripped its scent—summer rain, / left sketches on my dress […]