Do-gooders

Do-gooders

  Warm, radiant afternoon after days and days of rainy gloom, the girls bursting with born-again good intention. “I want to eat more vegetables. Carrots and broccoli and green beans,” Giulia announces from her car seat. Isabella jumps in: “I want to drink...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    Curse What is metaled, what is stretched taut enough? What’s said –an albatross “happens”– back-lit by white and golden flurries of clouds. Can’t you see it soaring above the ship? A sentence of air, lisping between miles of wire and rope and sails. O My...
A Simple Question

A Simple Question

  For Sharon   One cannot prepare for slaughter. Last month, a cognition test for your son: Does a rock float in water? Airlifted to a German hospital, then Walter Reed in D.C. for three amputations. (One cannot prepare for slaughter.) We cling to updates...
Internal Combustion

Internal Combustion

  In the San Francisco of my twenties, we were like trees pressed against each other, larger than what we longed for. My eyes had learned to say the sound of us, to caress it with my ear. I was thrust into a body without its own perimeter. The unknown hands dug...