Dikaryon
I study the thallus of mushrooms […]
Some days, I want to withdraw my submission to the world, […]
“When I see the weather/ turning cold/ and starting to freeze/ and the trees going bare/ and winter coming… .”
I am awake between two sleeping people […]
A winter sky darkens above Swift River; […]
As if walking the Old Town of Kraków […]
My peacock is strutting on the deck again. […]
[In Dante, ‘contrapasso’ refers to the idea that a given punishment in Hell should symbolically represent the sins committed]
The sun came to me and wanted my friendship. […]
Into the split second where the gear’s teeth will engage, […]
“Our thread is cut like that.” My loose translation […]
My father put what he wanted to buy on the drugstore […]
The rocks along the shoreline […]
We pull away, the subway platform an erased slate. […]
Just as children scrawl self-portraits […]
Virgin of Harvard Square, gendering grace, […]
The neighbors never called nine-one- […]
Under locust trees, in the blossoming park by Town Hall, […]