Here we sit you the cautious curator of style, dripping with Cummings and Pound me the prodigal and ubiquitous loquator subtle as Updike...
A quarter way through my life, my poles - which totter and sway much like our big aqueous globe’s magnetic tips - reversed, flipping my long...
New York on the first day of a new season sky rejoicing with a spectral azure clarity city’s block exoskeleton groping up with spired finger...
Look, on this television, beautiful xanthous fields of sunflowers, wild fauna dripping with insects But oh no! Here we come, our fore bearer...
There is much to admire in the ever curious dog, how he runs with oblivious joy into a storm of hail the likes of which I have never seen, n...
I saw your baby sister today, looking unnvervingly like a younger you, and was reminded of how quickly we exit our exuberant adolescence She...
Death, your totality is so striking You walk in and make us gasp as if you were a woman of sinewy bared legs It is the scope of your vision ...
Updike once wrote that our faces are like dams, cracking beneath the strain of life Destined to break, our sorrows eventually To pour visib...
Birds converge and a swan idles sleepily past, the large swath of the Delaware moving in calming eddies with ancient premeditation This volu...
This middle aged woman upper chest bared and splotched red in agitation brings me into her confidence “You know,” she says, “my grand...
My face is losing its once sharp figure I realized this today while shaving Where once my razored hand Felt the hard edge of jaw bone It now...
One of life’s enduring intrigues: how vividly dreams come into focus in the half real moments between sleep and life when you weight is luci...
"Camden" A man sits on his stoop of forty five years He fought in two wars, came back flush He bought this house by the river Red ...
