Two Poems

Two Poems

The Prime Mover Between the pit of man’s fears— dog-chain algorithms, the party mushrooms stolen and the summit of his knowledge— cryodesiccation, flush toilets in space my son trips over his ninja costume. / He may accomplish something so historical— teenagers...
Four Poems

Four Poems

Onions at My Father’s Funeral As they were lowering his coffin into the ground beside my mother’s grave where the grass had regrown— my body leaned and followed, my eyes peered into that hole, the scent of pine rose up, mixing with that of wild onion underfoot, and I...
But Then I Turned Into My Evil Twin: Kindness and Ecstasy

But Then I Turned Into My Evil Twin: Kindness and Ecstasy

A fundamental disaster has befallen the language powers of human beings. . . . Communication between subjects has degenerated into a babble of indiscriminate voices. The silent compression of the ark (the teiva . . . ) is the mirror-image, the alter ego of the...
Poemed

Poemed

sky-blue-prison prism of spin-back-earth for fall is the time of damn-dappled, of drab-drama-ed, of never-liked the-stubble-field-so-much-as-now (and soon a roethke-complicated wait-light) but now, now: the yellow apples: appley, crook’d, under the little- armed...
Two Poems

Two Poems

The Guests The children press their noses  to our bumpy, flawless etrog.  They hold it tightly, inhale its zesty scent,  pass it on to apparitions over their shoulders.  Winged angels – my ancestors – reunite, mingle and drift  like holy ushpizin...
Seed

Seed

When I tell myself this story, all the action takes place under an empty sky. Neighborhood bungalows stare blankly into space; no one cutting grass or walking dogs. I might have been with Andrea, or maybe just alone, walking home from school; long concrete stairs cut...