Gone Bowling
Though we'd wish for a straight approach, dying’s a tyro, squats in its delivery, ball in both hands plopped on the lane. For a moment dumb there, it…
To the Tune of “Sand Washing the Stream”
Translation by Yun Wang Soft grass and flat sedge freshen after rain My horse trots on a sandy road free of dust When will I pack up to…
To the Tune of “Sand Washing the Stream”
Translation by Yun Wang The wind flies fast clouds low over the water The sky clears over swallows nesting at pond-side lodge Burdened with illness Lord Shen could…
Thoughts of a Dead One Waiting
Tomorrow someone will come for me. Or maybe not tomorrow. Later. Who knows when? I don’t mind waiting. It beats doing something. Doing has always been my undoing. Not…
Ostrich Takes the Stage
The ostrich will give itself its own name, anoint itself in pearls, stare in the mirror as it dresses and undresses its body. The ostrich enjoys a spectacle,…
What a Kid
I found out about his death over Facebook Messenger, some sad-face emoji staring back at me from the screen. Who does that? I wonder now. No call. No text.…
For Joe, Who Showed Us All
Joe never learned to skate, kept falling down, busted his nose once, got blood all over his winter coat. He was big for his age, carried his…
The Cowshed
Set off by indigo and right angles Chagall’s cow appears to know something. He regards me with a familiarity as he tilts his beveled head back. There is no…
Prayer of Night
Translation by Judy Katz-Levine I live sitting, one who is an angel in the hands of a barber, holding a beer mug with deep grooves arc of the belly…