Poetry
all the crazy boys
All the crazy boys know my name. / They seek me out in crowds, / at subway stations. / They leave bouquets of wildflowers / at my doorstep. / I don’t know...
bobcat
July 4, 2006 / / the men from the funeral home could use a smoke / as they pace discreetly in fading light, / forty miles from supper, minister long gone,...
airborne
(the paratrooper) / / Those who have leaped before him know / that to carry out this job faithfully, the jumper / has to have been granted a good parachute. /...
untitled haibun # 9
O is a cage. Overgrown O disappears from form, photographs a cage buried in the spring, finds its way to seed. Vines grow over O, force white pages to the earth and...
finally
It is always there, next to your skin, if you look on it that way / / 1 / a system, a catalogue or register / of all we carry; an...
variations on a glosa on the fourth anniversary of 9/11
Hard to believe this day is here again, / though some feel the passage of time / whenever they look into the mirror, others won’t look, / and some go mystical, and...
why not
We’re not going anywhere exotic / we’re staying put. / I keep making sincere and ludicrous pacts with myself / eat more fruits and vegetables / exercise more, forget more / forget...
rules for writing poems about hurricane katrina
You may include memories of nickel nights / at the Brazil, or the Tulane student you dry-humped / in an alley one Mardi Gras. You may wax political: / tally the Blacks...
jardins
La nuit au cercle des retrouvailles . . . Transparentes tes mains renées à l’enfance / et ton regard clair, porcelaine patiente. Vers toi, le pain beurré. Ce bonheur de te /...