Tonight I walk through spring sadness, the nostalgia of dreams remembered and foregone, familiar places where we wrote our own epitaph, misspoken lines and rooms seen in the wrong light … Continue reading
At the IHOP in Winchester one night, we were paying for our dinner when the young woman behind the cash register noticed that my young son was looking at something … Continue reading
The Loneliness One dare not sound—And would as soon surmiseAs in its Grave go plumbingTo ascertain the size— The Loneliness whose worst alarmIs lest itself should see—And perish from before … Continue reading
Which do crows find most ridiculous, our laughter or our applause? Beware of the pelican that ignores you. Not yet having formed the waters what had God eaten … Continue reading
On the calendar we see the bold square, marking the number 21 in March, marking our hope, our deep breath— 21, our emerald prolepsis, our brain’s fast synapse between withdrawal … Continue reading
in memory of Hossein Okhovat-Moqaddam I wash my old hiking boots And with the tip of my finger Brush their muddy treads. Oh, Dried mud! From which land do you … Continue reading
Inside my friends’ house (in the 18thcentury, a shop), I wake to the clank, clank, clank of the blacksmith’s hammer hard against iron, yellow orange, I imagine, from the forge. . … Continue reading
Years ago the friend of a friend called me
A “Professional Irishman.” Fair enough.
He invites the storm, he
lives by it!
The signs are all there: Mangroves their roots rising feet above the low tide muck of living in calligraphies of profound silence—fiddlers at their fierce game of mastery and mating— … Continue reading
The fawn was lost, it seemed to me, stumbling through the foggy field and disappearing. I went after it, not knowing why, thought I might help somehow. Wanted to hold … Continue reading