Sides

poetry
  We knew they couldn’t really arrest you for picnicking on the side of the road, but we kept reframing our position anyway. There were no signs, we protested, this…

Compounds

poetry
  Under different circumstances, we might have enjoyed having our meals cooked for us, our activities coordinated, but we’d been evacuated from our sites and were worried that we were…

Spring Drought

poetry
  spring days feel a little salty dry sun, a cold and hard ball of white wind lifts our house up to mid-air, a tree of peach blossom slanting by…

Portrait of Pessoa as Shepherd-Poet

poetry
  The shepherd-poet measures himself against the void, cuts from the canvas of nothingness a poet shaped outline which he massages into a coat, his fingers working against its pliant…

Vision

poetry
  The morning drive east on Trapelo Road. Cars become islands in a fog of light. The white is seamless, a piece of unsewn cloth   laughing in the air.…

Atthis

poetry
  Do not follow me anymore, Atthis, like Sappho I also adored you, but do not sleep in me like a nightmare now. Mirrored in a boy’s soft eyes I…

Toledo

poetry
  When I arrive at your door and you come with a blush apple at your mouth and eyes packed thick with spruce, I let myself think of the photo…

Black Friday at Green-Wood Cemetery

poetry
  Locked under linocut trees, slabs with lyrics or long phrases on them. A field of stones that only say “MOTHER” “FATHER” “HUSBAND” in low relief under leaves—the birds of…

In the Cirque

poetry
              Pine Creek Lake, Montana   Ice-raked granite walls sweep up three sides of this alpine meadow; a stream falls, noisy, down a rocky…

Hyphen

poetry
  All the lives inside the compound.   A red moon stalled over Kilimanjaro.   Forces joined. Truces brokered.   Everything you've tried to mend broken.

Interview at Guantanamo North

poetry
  He told me the story of absence, its contents, the thickness of its spine,   nicknames of guards providing blurbs, the setting which is neither place nor   not-place.…