Viral I have made my report; And each recipient, in a singular way, Has become responsive to you, Can listen for your breath, Its slow distinctions and variants, Or expect a...

      I Lived Upon this Earth in Such an Age   I. Letter to My Wife Mute worlds lie in the depths, their stillness crying inside my head; I shout: no-one’s replying in war-dazed,...

    This is the house With or without hope We always return home Jaroslav Seifert This is the house of lost joys The house where all things come together This is the house Where the...

      I Wish I 1. I wish I was my father’s son, And he would speak to me. I wish I was my mother’s son, And I would not be his son. I wish I was my brother’s brother, And I could kick...

    The Fox and the Chanticleer They wake to the spraking of sparrows, the gloop of early morning light, when the first minutes of a certain future seem blissfully unclear and the fox...

  The End of Man It’s time to go over the top use the plural make something rise add words flexible man/cardboard woman Theoretically man can be anything parts of the tree of life are well...

    Fracas in the Street I saw him on Shattuck, shouting God knows what–– a man new to madness, wading half asleep through time,                                                            ...

      Even   all the flowers sent by all the world’s hungover and so apologetic men,   accumulated, wrapped in one big bow, (not bought at the last garage, at the last...

    Driving the Front From Route 15, out the West Corinth Road through a village long dead but unaware, on the McCard Road to Route 221; the Merrill Road, ruts carved in early mud, around...

      Kiss A pop, a flush of flame, the chill falls back to walls and panes. The fire will have its evening feast. The keeper serves the hissing snakes, the hollow, roaring throat,...