Poetry

With nothing but God’s word to go on, I built a boat too big to move, that never would float unless the sea came climbing the hills to take it. And even before the clouds had fully swollen, I loaded my live, paired cargo and waited for the expanding seas to find me. For nearly…

Dear Tarzan:      I have often wondered how you like being Tarzan instead of the regular Joe. Do you really enjoy swinging on vines and all that? It must be great to be a hero and have fans all over the world, and kids imitating the way            you talk, and of course you have a…

For years there was a struggle to recover the famous recipes, but now the one essential herb will flower only after a special chant, and we’ve forgotten it. True, there is a substitute but taken internally it makes us irritable and proud. I’ve tried to be pure; I even hammered my wrath into a crude…

Sacrificing to the four quarters I find the winds responsive. The rains come and I wish them here. I walk without shoes in the rain. Once from a bush a voice spoke to me— from the old brown skull of a murdered man: he told me his life story. Hearing, I knew it once more….

for my friend Sweeney Post, American Legion Hall, was cold with dead spots in the boards. We practiced with herniated basketballs and rural cheerleaders. In Brooklyn, you finally screwed your Jewish Princess, mourning for her father. We lost      an infant. A big Irish nurse ate her one morning in the sunroom before the ward grew…

Anxiety a low-grade nausea associated with the idea that there is no position left for you to fill often experienced when engaging on any new activity in which case it may feel like euphoria      When she finally paused, she had trouble breathing, the air was so thin the altitude so high. Choice the self-making of…

I Five miles up, winds unravel to their different colors. The pilot gazes at the lost land. Velvet cows plod between seams of a checkerboard, green and yellow squares. The land reduces to a puzzle of primary colors. If anyone looked up they would see his plane disappear, just as he watches them melt like…

1      Adaptation First the fisherman’s woman asks for a double bed. Granted. Then one uninterrupted day nobody stumbles across bearing invoices. Granted. Then a room apart wherein the bed takes dominion. Okay, okay. Then a child to celebrate bed, day, and room a sailor’s knot with a blue eye and a green. We all know…

The yeti, experts will attest, is physically unkempt at best, and due to this may go for weeks alone among the snowy peaks. Abominable and unique, this salient Tibetian freak is sometimes sighted in the mists, thereby confounding folklorists. No friendly woodsman brings him wine so high above the timberline, and no small bird cajoles…