a garden! where any American friend and curly tree, spaced between the clouds and wind, would love to be The rabbit known by scent and...

*A poem inspired by Lawrence Durrell's The Alexandria Quartet. A work remarkable if only for its masterly portrayal of the imagination's...

(for Filomena) To every sage Adele and every allotted share of bust and marbre and sparkly hair I've ever seen her like possess, and...

"couldn't you see with my eye and simply not say it's surely not worth the trouble to love much --"the wind blows where it listeth"-- ...

Look, if Spring pressing on and on is real and very matutinal, (as in the sense of, say,some god named Aton and a scalding leaf), I see...

Alone he looks like a weasly disjointed memory. Hans is old, sinewy like the hand he prises day from, resting just there— & he’s worth...

("Wish upon a star if that might help") (for RD) So, dialectically is the One there a real browning star, rough-edged, or just Two ...

The one I passed by like autumn breeze is a mightily white wing of a butterfly on its dusty, dusty way I passed by and-oh,...

I discovered a few years back that the grounds of Gage Park in my hometown sadly conceal hundreds of unmarked graves that still remain,...