Pinkeye

poetry
  All summer, we feared to look at her, our bovine Tiresias. Marked by pinkeye, with crystal ball eyes she sniffed her way   across pastures thinned by drought. My…

Gone Bowling

poetry
  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…

Grimoire

poetry
  It was like dying. Or terror falling from the skies in Guernica. Or the yearning of prisoners, how she fell out of herself, sometimes, forgetting her name. The feeling…

Thoughts of a Dead One Waiting

poetry
  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

poetry
  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

poetry
  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.…

Love Charm

poetry
  I am a root:                wishing itself a bird. I am fence:                inside a temple. I…

For Joe, Who Showed Us All

poetry
  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

poetry
  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

poetry
  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…