In Memory of Brian Donovan   1939-2013   Always – perhaps not always – you were genial In imitation of now-gone personalities, perhaps Drunk – that described person – and...

      In the Hallway   A girl pressing her cheek against a door, doorjamb, or wall beside a door. Crying probably, possibly mumbling. That’s it. Her face is turned away, you...

      Place beyond Place   She snuck out (under the warm cover of covers) and you were snoring, and you reached to feel the sliding curve of her hip,   but thought you...

      Fred, Half Dead, Beethoven In His Head   You can’t talk to Beethoven on a bus stop in Chicago because you’ll just get lost.   Lauded as a genius, he can’t give good...

      “An Elegy on Prosperity & Death: Take 65”   For those among us who lived by the rules, Lived frugal lives of pubis-scratching desperation; For those who sustained a...

    After Watching Dante’s Peak   My mother unpacked her bags in the bland guest cabin the Orphanage maintained for guest visits. She still had her Thespian’s sense of drama,...

      * Cold Moon   my daughter cries   as her water breaks         * vastness of stars   a cold wind   stirs the evergreens    ...

      Shut the Window     You asked me once if I would shut the window, I stood up as calmly as possible and complied. The room grew heavy with our intended silence, though...

      Once More, For Betzabe        Are you happy?   Is the wind blowing within you?   Does a mourning dove rest on your shoulder?   Do you wear in your...

      Americans are Baffled to Discover People Who Do Not Want To Improve Themselves    There are French cds to listen to and all six volumes of Proust to read An exhibit that...