Sonnets for Dancer XXXIII
How you were, How we might, the sooner it starts, the later the night when that appregio descends,…
mamihlapinatapai
Every wild animal according to its kind
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my…
Xeriscaping
What did we lose in those primordial moments tossed in sarmassation, living in a glass house? I…
Snowed In
Spied me standing here, unaware of those precious neologisms that your baby clutches like you do handrails…
V. Six Caryatids
No words tonight– quiet, no sound, no light, nowhere bound, come with me–step light without ground. Wet,…
III. Six Caryatids
Agnyte, like yellowing eyes half- shut-up with jaundiced doubt, I turn back to you as one waif…