Missing You Did you know the moon was so oldIt might have to go into a home? It keeps edging nearerThe way old people do. Goya wore candles on his hatBut Humphrey... Read more »
Simile How does a simile work?— Place something next to somethingand say, here. (The here is wherethe somethings touch.) The rainy night, like Debussy.There on the shelf, a piece of grapevine in... Read more »
Storm in Brooklyn Subway Thistle of rain.We seek temple from tempest,litany in lightning, a mottled crowd huddled,backs to the wall,gasping for refuge. Then, in an instant, the heavens smile,the firm ground formsand... Read more »
On the Death of Dr Robert Levet by Samuel Johnson Condemned to Hope’s delusive mineAs on we toil from day to day,By sudden blast or slow decline,Our social comforts drop away. Well... Read more »
My Mother Reg wished me to go with him to the field,I paused because I did not want to go;But in her quiet way she made me yieldReluctantly, for she was breathing... Read more »
On 20 October 2023, Hiba Abu Nada, a Palestinian poet and novelist, was killed by an Israeli airstrike on her home in Khan Younis, Gaza. New Republic 1. I grant you refuge... Read more »
A Hundred Doors God! I’m lighting candles again, stillThe sentimental atheist, familyNames a kind of prayer or poem, my museOur Lady of a Hundred Doors. Supervised by a xenophobicSacristan, I plant in... Read more »
Poem in which I’m a transnational drug smuggler The guy in front of me is told to remove his leg. He unscrewsit and places it in the tub with his luggage. We... Read more »
The Song of Arachnid Webs are small and spacious as simplicity,See-through as a summer’s day, old-fashioned as A slip of butter-muslin, girlhood’s own, orA cotton hanky. We are poor predators, love to... Read more »