compartments I place you in box 3, and Tuesday in the next box, and bourbon in a box after that I place pain in a box, memory in a box, mother's smile in a box, and I keep...

      On the Bounce There is tension between us like stretched rubber threatening to slam us together or break flinging us apart. And in the balance is more liveliness than any...

      North Dakota O’ this sky of denim blue- Like a cowboy’s thighs And the river water wrinkled like old skin, All alone sit I on the brown horse, Remembering- That fences can be...

     This is Not Self Service    The Fruit Corner, a greengrocer’s store, occupies the same spot in New Haven since the Amato family first opened it some forty years ago. The current...

      Winter Journey Rails snake over the snow to some distant point in op-arctic strokes; narrow, neglected ledges are now bright diagonals framing buildings, fixing whole backdrops...

      Sometimes a Woman Sometimes a woman leaves a man for another man or just leaves. Sometimes a woman leaves a man by staying with him after saying something he can’t forget though...

      Horses of Construction Mane bristle-rigid, the black pony drives hooves fast into red ground, resists the pull. In the fruit garden, every tree is in a row and bowed low with...

      At Ernestine’s instead of the funeral Two black trees a pair of charred hands hiding the bungalow’s pebble face. Ernestine in the doorway. Inside, my eye catches her step as she...

      65 in a 30 Wind pulls at what's left of my hair, as we hurtle across the interstellar blackness of the Niagara River. Fools rush in to the lanes in front of me, reminders from...