A Sonnet to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth I that have been a lover, and could show it,Though not in these, in rithmes not wholly dumb,Since I exscribe your sonnets,... Read more »
The Reader The book sat on the tablefor yearsbefore it opened to a pageexposed to lightfor the first time. In their new surroundingsthe words trembledshaking all meaningfrom their assembly,the reader unable to... Read more »
In Drear Nighted December In drear nighted December,Too happy, happy tree,Thy branches ne’er rememberTheir green felicity —The north cannot undo themWith a sleety whistle through themNor frozen thawings glue themFrom budding at... Read more »
Two poems from At the Dimensional Border In our battle to be rational, we posit,based on three points, a plane, and say it extends— not knowing whether the universe is finiteor infinite... Read more »
The Silent Space Given a choice by the gentleman, my third-grader sonelected to have me join him in the soundproofed roomto take his hearing test. Shy-seeming to the audiologisthis mother and I... Read more »
Four boys, maybe five⦠Four boys, maybe five, are shaking a car,their faces distorted by the thrill of destruction.Beneath its wheels lies an abyss.Inside the car is your son.The car tilts.Desolation all... Read more »
Good-bye The last of last words spoken is, Good-bye –The last dismantled flower in the weed-grown hedge,The last thin rumour of a feeble bell far ringing,The last blind rat to spurn the... Read more »
The Journalist You are not there to weep.You are there because they are weeping.And the world must know. You are not there to show us how you care.You are there to show... Read more »
The Art of Cloying A book can be loved to death and not die.Look at how this one refuses to close. Place the weightof the world on it and it may stop... Read more »