Two Poems

Two Poems

                    Her Terms            Sonja didn’t speak          when she saw...
Hopper’s People: Gas

Hopper’s People: Gas

             So many dusks have piled up here, identical blurs,       collected like discarded cans of used motor oil.       This is a landscape...
My Love Sent Me a List

My Love Sent Me a List

                            O my Love sent me a lusty list,        Did not compare me to a summer’s day...
The Devil’s Passkey

The Devil’s Passkey

               The shoe poised on the tip          of my toe was a lure. Even          directors important as...
Boston Public

Boston Public

              She found a slim volume discarded or left behind on a bench near Fanueil Hall as we sat to eat our Thai takeout (but not for long because the whole area smelled like piss even though it was...
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