Whippoorwill
I looked for you riding the down escalator on my way to the bargain table at Alexander’s where you used to take me to find… Read More »Whippoorwill
I looked for you riding the down escalator on my way to the bargain table at Alexander’s where you used to take me to find… Read More »Whippoorwill
Trees shrug leaves like rusted appliances no one wants. New leaves grow without a discount they can’t recant. And see my recent review of “Coming… Read More »Tree Consumers
For a big man, you left a small footprint, on your shoulders people created arabesques, formed pyramids as I watched from the edge of a… Read More »Yahrzeit Candle
I wear a young woman’s body, my skin taut and burning bright, scrubbed clean with a loofah, the scent of lavender or rose tucked away… Read More »Whenever We Make Love
Whenever we took the subway to Orchard Beach,
my father held my hand until the last stop
at Pelham Bay Park where we waited for the bus
to drop us off behind the bath house.
Broken-in shoes gather molded arches beneath an army of dangling limbs. Some wait, collars upturned, yearning to be made whole. Bare wire hangers dig meatless… Read More »Civil War
She spoke with a Hungarian accent, her speech
bordered on vines and blue forget-me-nots
A computer is the last place to look for the Holocaust.
The next morning a single Eastern Tiger Swallowtail,
Black wings and a blue band, outside the garage door.
All morning it sampled Hosta, and wouldn’t go away.
Satchmo, of course; the Marsalis family, naturally, even Ann Rice, and her vampirish underground. But me living in Louisiana? You’ve got to be kidding! I… Read More »The Morgue, the Merrier