Not a Woodpecker Anymore

We encouraged everyone to attend our reunions of embassy personnel once assigned to Bolivia. Nothing fancy. We gathered in homes around D.C., drank Bolivian beer and mate de coca, and ate salteñas and chuño.

Crash Site

Anne convinces Dad to move into our upstairs guest room, a few weeks after the funeral. He and I haven’t spoken since the night …

Our Only Possible Success

People often ask me where it all began for me, and I say different things at different times, but usually I say this: It all began for me at Bronx Lebanon Hospital in December of 1970.

Work

1. The Donnelly Manufacturing Company           I was a graduate student.  I needed money, a summer job.  The clerk at the state unemployment office frowned …

Unfinished

I have bought some of your supplies. Sparse, random: a thin brush and a squat black marker, a half-full bottle of linseed oil, a …

News From North Country

News From North Country   The bright-eyed buxom broadcaster in thick makeup her mother never quite taught her to brush on correctly suddenly engulfs and swallows …

Tough Luck

I Curse Thee While standing on your head. Like peanut butter. From Carlsbad Cavern. I curse thee in milk. By the string of the …

Some New Sky

The psychic held Lydia’s palm aloft, tracing the lines with black nails. Months ago, Lydia would have called bullshit and gone back through the …

A Small Grief & Other Poems

­­­­Peccadillo The church bells ring each hour precisely three minutes too soon, and everyone in town shrugs off that resounding, persistent defect, performs the …

Paisley

I forgot all about that photo. Darkrooming away, and you suddenly upghosted through the developer bath. I apologize. Nobody should have to drown twice.

Ann’s Visit

Too much August; it must be parceled night by night ingested in slippery hours. Outside the theater we find ourselves lost, wander into the …

Modern Metaphysics

Avihs || Vishnu Mornings || they disperse || beyond || the corn Fields, || separately. ||Sunday She || throws Her partner’s computer || (midnight) …

Mother Tongue

Folds in an ancient fuselage orchestrate an arrangement of accents. Each accent is an accident. A moist white shirt like a waiting moon sways …

PMA

Meet me at 9, the note read, across from my building. Friday morning broke hot and sticky, and Stevie Eisen’s stomach started growling so …

Rinda’s Moniker

It’s a melancholy chamber, willow wallpaper and a power-steam humidifier trying to spread calm across six pews sulking on either side of a narrow …

Jazzy

Curls are brass like a trumpet, you eye me with the snare of your iris, I watch as Coral roars with the twenties, she …

Storm Flight

How disappointed the first flyers must have been to finally rise above the feathery white heavens and not find themselves surrounded by angels        but …

Oleander

The train pushes through the unexpectedly blooming and green landscape at a high speed. Then it finally comes to a halt, but the numbness …

The Piano Player

Frank felt edgy all week.  Preparations for Bennett & Co.’s RESTORE AMERICA fund-raising tour were taking over all his time: petitioning the state for …

Exit

     -2 (Title)      You have it wrong. It was ‘Edit’, I am sure.       It has changed.       Why? The whole point was …

Crystals

       In the exhilarating atmosphere of scholarly and cultural exchange following the fall of the Berlin Wall, John Dee had been among the …

Water Harp

1 At the window, last night’s words, ashen Against the glass Black petals in the vase, delicate As the hour fading from us Their …

Four Poems

Miss Dolly Bumfrey We bear Muscat To your sick by traction. Making headway at that driving test Was the needles up-and-up. Annihilating two easy-natured …

from Broken Glosa

Rae Armantrout: I put a glose on you Habitat-themed enclosure. Zen-inflected mug. Around the block dogs bark at absence.   Habitat (entire poem) ― …

Milton’s Well etc.

Milton’s Well Predestination stopped her on the road, speeding in some overcommitment, racing impetuous down green skylines, pushing the envelope of the just-possible. On …

For Fred etc.

For Fred (Veteran’s Day, November 11th, 2004) We miss you, Mr. Rodgers. You told us straight. You were not purple Mr. Rodgers, not an …

Pieta, Detroit

Pieta, Detroit He’d been dead an hour when she came, Ambulance waiting, no hurry now. Her oldest boy. She cradled him, Lifeless, nothing like …

Advent

Advent (The Song of Aldan) I stand with the trees, as they wait for the rain. I dance with their leaves, as they breathe …

Juan

i. Picture Seville, prudent with orange-groves. The sun plays like a gnossienne beneath the trees, a tormented harlequin writhing on the fine soil. The …

Five Poems

Eight Months On Time, tidewater near, headlong has ripened you to this glowing fullness, clumsy in dormant love. Nothing can take you back to …

One Oh For Tilly

It didn’t announce itself, the difference in the room, but it was there, of that he was positive. It wasn’t the soft caress of …

A Wink For Luck

Abbott, West Virginia, the town with a funny name, was a funny place to live. Needing somewhere to hang for the winter, I settled …

The Nickel

Shards of sunlight flickered off the car’s bumper as it disappeared over a rise in the road. Josh stared at the bright bursts of …

N’Djokito

It was the penultimate day of the working week, after the English fashion. Dominguinho was glancing through the paper first thing in the morning, …

Dibcek

Karel Dibcek woke up and thought for a moment that he was still in Prague. He lay warm inside the duvet, his head covered …

Whale

Portents were in the air. First, to be given a shilling was remarkable. We were both handed a piece of the silver and sent …