La Havre

La Havre

My girlfriend and I on bicycles in foggy dusk gratefully coasted downhill to Southampton docks to take the ferry to France. Week two of a three-month trip so we still photographed everything: us, waiting. Not married yet, so still we photographed everything. Us....
Two Poems

Two Poems

  Grand Central            I thought of you today, Billy Collins, in the subway changing trains at the center of eight million poems turning and turning like a tourist bewildered under the clock inside the palace at the still point of an analog world in a digital...
The Futility of Biography

The Futility of Biography

             Can she really be known, she whom we romanticize?          We can research her family tree, the number of children she bore          and with whom, the climate in which she lived—Did it rain a lot?          Was their social unrest? We can guess what kinds...
It’s Good To Be King

It’s Good To Be King

             if they call you Richard the Lionhearted,          honcho of the Crusades and hero to Robin Hood;          or The Sun King, Louie, who fought three wars          and made France the toughest gang in Europe;          or maybe even The Magnanimous, like...
Three Poems

Three Poems

    This Activity Is Not Available            A fire ritual          burns hot little graves          for my electrons.          Sear those electrons          I don’t care, my womb          is wordless anyway.          Once I picked out names,          girth, necks,...
Two Poems

Two Poems

    I wish to say             I wish to say that I resent           the way my life becomes           a muddling of circling           a circling of muddling           a circle of muddles           in a muddle of circles                      I wish to say it...