Three Poems

Three Poems

Every Moment The languor, the drive, the traffic, the parking, the walking blocks to public beach access, down past an atilt row of porta-potties, dirt scruff shifting to sand under our feet; the settling our stuff away from the water to face the volleyballers, the...
Three Poems

Three Poems

Ner Tamid after Solomon Iudovin The shoemaker labors over his leather, his work. A singular lightbulb illuminates his hands, like a ner tamid, stitching perfection, a livelihood. The artist considers him an obsession, a relic to carve, “The Past,” Woodcuts, 1928. The...
Three Poems

Three Poems

Boyfriend Pantoum Hallmark does not make a card for this for what we mean to each other, for what we do when my kids are asleep. We are not married. Not husband and wife. What do we mean to each other? More than lovers, more than friends but we are not married. Not...
Two Poems

Two Poems

The Turning The satellites have been turned off     turned away from other satellites. The world is over. The world without eyes turns to the glare within itself. The burning. We burn. He burns us. He is burning. Barren honey locusts’ branches are dark beneath his...