At the bus stop under the horse chestnut, we tally the length of Boyhood against the babysitter's plans for later and, waiting, see the leaves have started to wilt,…

  The first block stretched on with big doors and sometimes a doorman standing in front who smiled or touched his hand to his hat and I hurried past to…

  where Route 100 meets School Street, two cows graze. I've heard Vermonters lend their cows to neighbors—and to the city, it seems—free food for cows, free mowing for the…

  I always knew that Grandma’s grandfather crashed on the cliffs of Newfoundland, and that we are here because he climbed the waves atop a freezing rock and stayed there…

Hampi Resort, India   brushstrokes of wind   blue-gray cacti and the thick teak trees   honeymooners in their hammocks drinking tea that’s mostly milk   black cows white cows…

  No one goes downtown. I see an empty square and name it after you. In the yard of the house you used to live in, the flowers shed petals,…

Lower the shovel and flatten the ground. --Gerald Stern   Mostly, denial, the nerves in abeyance— add one day and a stoop sets in. I churn my shoulders to undo…

  On the beach the shark is dead: its marble eyes leak jelly, its underbelly, slashed, bleeds pinkly onto the sand and flies like copters circle round reporting on the…

For K.J. Baker   This is abroad where you die any age orienting your map. This is between shell shock and PTSD, the war the greatest generation served in, my…

  Was this one of the girls I knew those twenty years ago? I seek a word in Arabic for blue and find “azraq” and blood is “dam” and bird…

  Google the girl with the blue bra And you will find her lying, raw Forced over, knocked down on her  back Her legs upraised against attack From fully-clad helmeted…

  Someone says, we’re living through an age the ancient Greeks would understand, internecine, unrepairable as red ceramic shards. The famous poet calls the soldiers babykillers, says fuck them. It’s…