Poetry

  • Detasseling Corn

    I'm here because I needed work, two acres worth, because I hate punching in and following orders, because damp earth slows me in the morning when spiders drop like parachutes if I move the leaves anchoring their webs, because the interwoven blades—crossed swords at a military wedding—drench me in the rising heat, because I drift…

  • Misery in the World

    In the hospital garden we met an old gentleman from Savannah who said he'd seen misery in the world. The name “Appalachia” was uttered; a lovely word for an unlovely place, he said. I studied the trim of the garden's grass borders, such straight lines, the grass seemed to be all sewn into a single…

  • To Be Human

    after Chekhov, via Harold Clurman There once was a man who desired happiness. At odd times of the year he would feel a momentary surge of happiness but he wanted that feeling all the time. He consulted a doctor of happiness who deduced that the man craved love and recommended that he find a woman….

  • Okabe: Mount Utsu

    —Hiroshige The mountain is dyeing a long blue cloth that ripples over the rocks, cascading, a bolt of indigo the woodsman follows on his way to gather firewood. The trees reach up on bird toes to the empty sky, their gray breasts furrowed in the plunging light. A few pebbles loosen, the green hills shift…

  • from The Sleeping Sonnets

    53 And I dreamed Lao Tzu was saying, There is advantage in using what can be seen, and exists. And advantage also goes with using what cannot ever be seen, and isn't. And of a person's life the same is so. Ah so, I said, so. Some nothing is really something after all, a game…

  • Mushrooming on Olema Ridge

    Because I know a mistake can be fatal, I pick only what identifies without question, puffball, meadow mushroom, hen-of-the-woods. And though there are some delicacies I'll miss, Amanita rubescens, a pale red fruit which may or may not contain the toxin Amanita for which it is named, I prefer to proceed this way, cautiously, holding…

  • Mother

    A painted cloth for the kitchen wall, Bought honeymoon time in the Quarter. He'd courted with tales of how it'd be; Ended with “N'Orlens no place for my wife.” Ship sank seven years to the week And he was gone. Cairo not a bad Place for a woman without a man. We, she and us,…

  • Waiting for the Woman

    with knobby elbows is a trick. I'm in this Arkansas truck stop still writhing in pain from the jab she shoved into my funny bone. I have a brittle body, my skeleton impatient, a fast bullet lingering in the heart years after it's lodged. Waiting this long, I've nothing better to do than watch a…