The summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree. though I walk through the valley of the shadow It sucks the air and looks around for me. The grass speaks.…

Who will forgive me for the things I do? With no special legend of God to refer to, With my calm white pedigree, my yankee kin, I think it would…

Wait Mister. Which way is home? They turned the light out and the dark is moving in the corner. There are no sign posts in this room, four ladies, over…

Notice how he has numbered the blue veins in my breast. Moreover there are ten freckles. Now he goes left. Now he goes right. He is buiding a city, a…

Linda, you are leaving your old body now, It lies flat, an old butterfly, all arm, all leg, all wing, loose as an old dress. I reach out toward it…

Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind, in the…

I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its life I feel the November of the…

It is a summer evening. The yellow moths sag against the locked screens and the faded curtains suck over the window sills and from another building a goat calls in…

I am in a crate, the crate that was ours, full of white shirts and salad greens, the icebox knocking at our delectable knocks, and I wore movies in my…

For the angels who inhabit this town, although their shape constantly changes, each night we leave some cold potatoes and a bowl of milk on the windowsill. Usually they inhabit…