Glimpse
A viel thin, the crafting of kids’ misunderstandings, overstandings, caught in between. The shore was narrow, the…
My Sphinx
For mourning two today, three tonite. Where lies the cusp of death but within the burning night….
Sonnets for Dancer XXXIII
How you were, How we might, the sooner it starts, the later the night when that appregio descends,…
My I
Tasting it lightly, feeling more slightly woozy. Soon we wander outside: look the stars are new, they’ve…
Trance
I went outside to sit still, staring somewhere staring still toward the sky: blue, cloudless, empty. Still…
Lightness, sightless.
O! A lightness, sightless and bold: oh, its tightness in these moments foretold. How did I do?…
Sonnets for Dancer XXXII
Daring to speak, wanting to sneak in two words, yet without relief they come like fire into…
In Boxes
Moving through motions of a new moon casting out light from the evenings’ outlasting eclipses of the…
Responsibility
If blank verse well-travelled, then the puritans’ words would be holding us today instead of the modernists’…
Shabbat Queen
One blinding bliss, one holy shroud, two binding prudent vows, we understand our other as knowledge does…