Poetry

Chainsaws at dawn beneath a slate gray winter sky as my neighbor’s work crew clear-cuts the small lot behind his house and next to mine, rhododendrons and forsythia, junipers and spruce, and the mass of prickly sweetbriar the cardinals like—despite the rising ground and collection of rocks he wants an expanse of lawn as smooth…

Can we retire from sex just as naturally as we retire from a job? I do not have detailed studies. There is always that time of day when one ceases to pretend. The hotel was decked out with the relics of gaiety. The walls stopped short of the ceiling. There was no air conditioning even…

The older I get the less I’m bothered by seeming incongruity. I read the Gospel of Mark listening to Billie Holiday. A young man runs away naked from the Garden of Gethsemane and Billie sings, “I’m traveling light.” Eventually you find the rhyme for every word. The night is coming—perhaps that’s why— the color that…

when I first woke up, some time after my adolescence, I noticed all the other stars around me were dying—before then I thought I’d live forever—at least now I can talk to you—I can say I have a better understanding of your world, all that business over Eden, all those words used to describe it…

Life makes a sea full of superfluous things. In shallow waters among seagrass meadows hide toy dragons with frilly appendages like tattered leaves. Such dragon wings, never meant for flight, help them merge into the background of kelp beds, swaying back and forth with the lukewarm current, back and forth like flotsam. Their eyes above…

Why anyone wanted a God the Watcher eluded me. Mystery. But then, one wants to be noted, or at least, noteworthy. Worth keeping an eye on, and so, behaving a little better than might otherwise. And so while reading A Hole Is to Dig maybe my delivery has improved taking pains to pronounce: children are…

There was the time I got stuck in a long line of cars entering a parking garage. Impatiently, I left my car (motor still on) and went for a walk. I walked around the park, under the big shade trees. The ground, that time of year, was covered with pine needles and my feet crunched…

I was thinking about why souls have bodies, what can a body do that a soul can’t, and about the Amish or Mennonites, the ones whose children were so sick with the same disease that struck generation after generation, until finally one doctor figured out how to help them. But while he was figuring, he…

Music is one of the first things to go in the general condition of being out of it– you know that when you’re behind the old broadcaster on line at the liquor store and her ringer is a happy snatch of a song that sounds like cutoffs around a keg in Happy Valley, PA, home…