Monthly Archives: March 2014

    The crescent moon cradles Venus, you who have flown south south-east; I wave a scarf at the horizon where you disappeared.   The flute quiets the transplanted soul while the owls are near tonight.   You abandoned your … Continue reading →

This is the poem to carry with you for emergencies, like the spare batteries and extra gas you pack when you drive into the wilderness. When you discover you are lost, you can press any word in this poem and … Continue reading →

She walks toward the librarian, pausing, breathless, from the long climb to the library. Outside the fog hides the golf course, inside the library, shelter, warmth. She says to the librarian, “Here, first time,” pointing around the room. She says, … Continue reading →

The breeze from the ocean touches the curtain, pulling and pushing. The woman lies on her side in the bed by the open window; the muggy air breathes in and out. In her fortress, she waits for her lover and … Continue reading →

Just hedge a bit, he said. Love can be bloody or sane.  No need to say the truth, cruel as it may be. Be kind.  Sanctify the moment, m’dear. Be blasé.  Be real. Leap into the next moment with abandon. … Continue reading →

The sparkling woman dances with the man, flask in his pocket; she closes her eyes and smiles frantically to the music. At the microphone, Annie sings the “Girl from Ipanema” and then the “Waters of March.” The bar is a … Continue reading →