Imagining, on a long walk between two Greek towns, those Turkish prisoners the guideb… says were sabred where they crowde… together on the stone dock;

I am sure I do not believe we can move a pencil through a white field, pulled by a team of upside-

Something needs to be done—like dragging a big black plastic sack through the upstairs rooms, emptying into it each waste basket, the trash of three lives for a week or so. I am ...

Someone has left us now before we have even touched hands. Getting lost in the pity of it sweeps you into an unknown stretch of canyon where oars thud

Where moonlight angles through the east-west streets, down among the old for America tall buildings that changed

To the futile sound of midnight church bells, out back someone is rinsing her thoughts in unfathomable

After Walt Whitman A last formality is running late, as a life can’t, this hot day. The final ethereal glow of

The loop of rusty cable incises its shadow on the stucco wall. My father smiles shyly and takes one of my cigarettes, holding it awkwardly at first, as if it were

The children are eating lunch at home on a summer weekday when a man comes to the door and asks their mother if she has anything that needs fixing or carrying or any yardwork he ...

My father came down not killed from among others, killers or kill… for whom he’d worn a uniform, and he lived a long afterward, a steady man on the flattest of pl…

Sleepless in the cold dark, I look through the closed dim door be–

The thick-walled room’s cave-darkn… cool in summer, soothes by saying, This is the truth, not… cicada-strummed daylight. Rest here, out of the flame—the th…

A cylinder of maple set in place, feet spread apart— and the heavy maul, fat as a hamme… but honed like an axe, draws a semicircle overhead and strikes

Down in the blue-green water at nightfall some selving shapes float fluorescing, trance-dancing, trembling to the rhythm of theodoxical marching–

Coleridge carefully wrote down a w… of them, all beginning with the le… Guidebooks preserve our knowledge of their hues and shapes, their br… Many poems have made delicate word…