The Kitten and the Brick-layer’s Cap 
After Allen Ginsberg’s The Brick-Layer’s Lunch Hour
It’s a dark rain that threatens 
an unlikely new-found womb.

It’s a dark rain that threatens
and yet...

Anatomy of a HeadacheI’ve tried everything else;the blister packs, the fizzing orange juice,the pressure points between the thumbs,now I will ask poetry to help:    Please come and...

For My Father... but Purcell’s Dido’s lament –  When  I am laid in earth,May my wrongs create No trouble in thy breast;Remember me, but ah! forget my fate,– never seems to finish,and the...

KangaroosShe’d been dreaming of kangaroos, moving across a wide plain, stirring up dust which sparkled like sunlight falling on a child’s freshly washed hair. One of the kangaroos had stopped and...

PlagueIt came   little hands   little eyes   little feetthe tiny dragonin dreams it grew wingsbreathed fire   green scalescoming with the moonmy dreammore...

New York Stopover, 1966for my mother At 93, she recalls what I don’t: steam blooming from pavements – (loud crack in the afternoon and immediately  the steep up-and-down wail of...

Come Rhiannon          Forget,  the...

The Bumper Sticker Man Baldo lifted the satchel and climbed aboard the aged bicycle—broken spokes and no brakes, seat or bell, but it rode well enough and the wide handles held the satchel...

The night he makes her sleep on the floorshe curls blue and shivering like a newbornabandoned at someone’s door. She holds screamsin her fists while he snuffles in his sleep. The secondstick in her...