Poetry

Rockport, Massachusetts, July 1999

I step inside a late 1990s photograph—no, not a Polaroid     with its hallucinated wash of color— Making my grand entrance in the diaphanous light     navy horizons darker than any of my native...

Five Poems

Dear Person You Think You Are Ask the person you think you are if she needs to lie down on...

Personal

The elevated words of sorrow the priest says in the church seem to comfort some whose losses are private and probably immeasurable. If you...

Train Overflowing

One man dug into the last seat as though to disappear & I didn’t know my husband was dying Lovers returned...

Death of James Dean

The one who is rarely, if ever, discussed is Donald Gene Turnupseed, the driver who collided with James Dean on the 13th...

to understand a thing

to understand a thing you must tend toward it cup it in both hands and smudge ink across the idea of it your neophyte observations will be textured rough...

When Longitude and Latitude Collude

To have or to evoke emotion, how ya gonna keep us, Baba Ram Dass, after we've achieved the speed of light. Be not amused,...

Three Poems From Ghazals 2023 (forthcoming)

5/ Your mind equals the woodwind section flute and freelance oboe played by Humiston. I brush the sidewalk as I wait for you to change the room the...