Please click here to read my new poem in the debut issue of Muse / A Journal.
He holds the umbrella over both of their heads As she stumbles in roseate rainlight, Kicking her Mary Janes among the dead. The umbrella is school-colored: red and white. Their world history teacher had wept red tears, So they walked home before the end of the day. A girl resembling his sister appears, A rictus … Continue reading Love and Death; or, Plague Sonnet
Back in the suburbs it is always autumn. The leaves perfume the lawns with wine as they turn. We share only our holes and our bones in common. Husbands like leaves get shriveled and rotten; Like leaves, before they fall they burn. Back in the suburbs it is always autumn. The wives form committees to … Continue reading The Kingdom of Satan, 1985
[My amateurish dabbling in formal poetry continues with two more villanelles. Something about the restriction and repetition leads one on to these legendary-fantastical themes that are otherwise not to my taste. Maybe there is a future in YA verse?] The Seer The seer hears the pulse flutter under the stone. As a boy he bundled … Continue reading Occult Diptych, for the Children’s Room