From MR CHANCE

From MR CHANCE

[enter ham] in Australia a recent production of the Merchant of Venice changed the ending— what have I done? the Jew’s daughter wails, collapsing on the stage, dropping out of both marriage plot and conversion trance, delayed reaction to the previous scene, her...
A Conversation

A Conversation

The moon does notwant to be touched. How do I know? The goats this morning bludgeon each other and then roll in the daisies singing their childhood songs. The moon wants (it has said to me) only to go swimming, and here is a lake like an opal opened from its cave....
Four Poems

Four Poems

Aubade A lover’s sleeping body is a fallow field leading to forest understory, saplings and shrubberies too plentiful to count, and to caves of salt, a mine that is yours —that I should like to visit, dispossess....
Two Poems

Two Poems

Men at Night the five quarts of my blood moving almost four miles an hour means the nurse pushing a morphine shot into my arm watches my eyes not the needle seconds only before my head swims in sweet opioids not so much removing pain but I care so much less about it —...