Category Archives: Poems

My voice curls around the body of itself, mingling only in air with yours. This poem is like a lover, come to undress my mind in early light — or along the moonswept bank of night breathing and swaying with … Continue reading →

At sunrise, the moon winks, half exposed, half robed. Would that light and shadow were always so easily distinguished as upon this desert morn when jade bedecked buttes rise up to meet the sun and hot air balloons float — … Continue reading →

Prairie half-moon gazes;Coyotes spread the star-skyAs thin as unfed flesh.Their silken screams rise. I move too close:The knotted desert rocksSnap, crumble underfoot.Quiet night, where are you? My algid nightmare thrives:I am the barren Jew,The wailful wandererRaped in a dry land. … Continue reading →

William Hogarth made the world with etchings of which I heard when I was young and saw a few years later in a London museum. His city was raw—too rough for unseasoned idealists (like I was then) to fathom. There … Continue reading →

for D. H. C., Jan. 7, 1927-July 30, 1997 If only the roses could throw off their mantle of death, the half-sheared mid-summer cape of blooms— long past prime and drying, their petals flaking like dead skin to the touch— … Continue reading →