Dear March June – Come in… With apologies to Ms. Dickinson Dear June – Don’t stand at the doorDo come in. You are always welcome,Unlike..

December came like a thiefin a black robe,at a fated hour while the Gods slept,and devoured my Dad. January cut me into shards,broke my limbs,crushed..

–Mint Vinetu Bookstore, Vilnius So, Jonas said, you should write a poemabout eating an orange at the counter.It’s a tangerine, I thought,but didn’t tell him...

A bed of pine needles hushesThe air of Autumn Forest.Black shaded river curls overDeep green stones.Space rests.Yonder, a woodpeckerSounds the core of a frosted pineWho..

A UCLA boy, crisp in cotton shirts,you came at me clean, knocking me over.  Even your painwas pure back then, your sweat sweet. You ripped..

I wish I could tell youI didTell youAnd youStillDoNotKnowIt still has been a year you do not knowI could tell you and you will never..

1. The Derecho brings change spinningfrom its edge, a clock-hand turningfrom a pivot point in the Midwest,reaching Eastern cities in the foreignlanguage of straight wind..

Take a look around the roomNotice the absence of scary animalsUnpack your lunch sack            you may wear out your iron soled shoes           this is the pandemic..

I. Sheboygan, Wisconsin November, 2017 There is a postmark on your faceblocking your view of beyond.Leaves fall arraying the ground in an autumnal palette.You cannot..

Stumbling through the dust of cremation bones I dream of rivers rolling wide and green and deep – time is an abstraction – you walk..

The Essence of T’AI CHICH’UAN The Literary Tradition(Translated and ed. by BenjaminPang Jeng Lo et alia) My copy is falling apart;frontispiece with Chinese writing,Preface, Introduction..

BILL OF LADING Contents received by Charon, Inc. for shipping via sea freight, for deliveryTo the nearest available port of the far shore, consigned to..

In the garden among flowersthe thick black ants make ecstatic highwaysover and into the sweet honeypot of cow-tongue peonies,the black-eyeds dip drunkenly into the foxgloves,all..

When I write to you, Hello,it’s marked with swollen      anticipation,and I wonderabout your interpretation:did I sound too curt?too friendly? too tender?too insecure?And when I write to..

The electric piano comes in. It’s a Hohner Pianet.The keys go:Duh-Duh, Abm, Db/Ab,Duh-Duh, Abm7(b5), Db/Ab,Lloyd Loar’s Vivi-Tone Clavier.[1]Sharp staccato hits. Brighter, with less sustain.Did you..

I don’t rememberif we kept any plants. If we fussed over themlike new parents worried that the waterwasn’t enough or the sun. I remember a..

I remember the missionaries’ daughter Alice at Tullahasee,eating sofke, writing a Creek dictionary in her room,the stick she used to correct the wrong Mvskoke girl,teacher’s..

They had nothing in commonbesides being smart New Yorky jews,Carl was a creator and my motheran other… while laughing listeninghis 2000-year-old man spinningin shiny blackness..

                           an ironic name to give a butterfly                           one gets the distinct impression                           deposed, have been                           in the bloodiest of purges                           in whispers we cheer them on                           from the shadowy sidelines                           eagerly..

Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. The week before he was bornI dreamt only in blue, like paint names the..

I liked the feeling of being knifed to piecesand sent bleeding down a hilllike earth torn in torrential rainsracing through an innocent village                                  I might..

I never wanted a homenor a Lotus Sutra    I am not a lotus eater    a homeis a place to hanghistory floatingin etymologicalsoundfacts    a privilegethat is created..