There is a sphere defined-- not by the city's finite fencing that holds the dead in (as if mixing the traffic on macadam with the bone trust underfoot would…

  For Kathi Aguero   They crouch on the shore of the old summer's evening: Deirdre, Elizabeth, Jack. They have not yet learned to read, soon enough for that. Tonight…

  I was lying in a bed recovering from chemo in a small spare room and the spare room was spinning and I was dirty to myself but also to…

  I liked being wheeled around like an invalid, forgetting I could walk. I liked slipping into trance as I entered an imaging tube, rows of diagnostic actions lined up…

  The construction site’s all mud & suffering. March wind bends the barren sapling spines, & the laughter of three students walking toward spring break lifts & vanishes, as if…

  “My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears…” –Donne   Of that declension through self-similars I'm thinking, of galaxies spiraling in the whorls of her fingers, lighting the…

  You should go out, you should go out because if you stay in you’ll write another suicide poem, another little plea bargain to a judge who isn’t there, isn’t…

  You would think the robin hammering my windows relentlessly, days on end, would give himself a break. Yet, again and again, he attacks his image, marking the glass with…

    [hcolumns] [columnhelper span6] To the mirage of two mines, admit imp-demons. Love is not, love. That alters when it altercation finds. Ore bends with the remover. To remove, anneal.…

  New to the body’s private geometries you and I like two young Newtons wondering under your mother’s Gravenstein drew in the dirt bold lines between us you the better…

  when people start holding hands and looking. Anything so metal would be not a heart, they’re thinking, but we are a heart!, bumpy and ready for love says our…

  In today’s paper they have announced the death of the inventor of the bar-code, a man called Woodland, who drew a line in the sand and saw the future.…