Category: Poem


Loud Music….. My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, Read more…


Of Politics & Arts Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula The winter storm Off the Atlantic shook the Read more…


Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, Read more…


All of the saints starved themselves. Not a single fat one. The words “deity” and “diet” must have come from Read more…


When Keats, at last beyond the curtain of love’s distraction, lay dying in his room on the Piazza di Spagna, Read more…


What streets, what taxis transport them over bridges & speed bumps-my daughters swift in pursuit of union? What suitors amuse Read more…


She’s twelve and she’s asking the dog, who does, but who speaks in tongues, whose feints and gyrations are themselves Read more…


Armored in red, her voice commands every corner. Bells gong on squares, in steeples, answering the prayers. Bright tulips crown Read more…


Those are the central mountains, the surrounding plains, the coasts of mangrove, lagoon, river delta. This is the temple compound Read more…


Finding a new poet is like finding a new wildflower out in the woods. You don’t see its name in Read more…

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