“The Crossword Man,” “Looking Glass,” and “Lost at Sea”

The Crossword Man We saw him often during our stay in Moscow. Every time we passed the opulent public building he’d be sitting there in his…


“Chainsaw Prayer,” “Setting the Apple Store on Fire,” and “Lawnmower Man”

Chainsaw Prayer This is my chainsaw prayer, that you will lick with that twelve inch tongue of yours the galvanized teeth of my saw before it bites…


These Tender Winglets

butterfly's winglet ---gentle touching of nectar that I want to taste winglets in nectar ---friend of butterfly---a bee wants to be fulfilled…


“A Moment in the Night,” “Scenting the Other,” and “Alone”

A Moment in the Night Then the night comes in and I embrace it, unseen, unaccountable, the dark air standing about me and all that is mine like an…


“Summer Rebirth,” “Floorboard Truth,” “Poem to End All Human Suffering,” and Other Poems

summer rebirth deconstructing walls built by cold years, my hands are no longer brittle, my blood has begun to warm; it all now comes so easily…


“Possibilities,” “Denouement,” “Rainfall,” and Other Poems

Possibilities Yes it’s the moon or the memory of the moon or the memory of a neon sign or the memory of dialing a number you shouldn’t be dialing…


“Cockroaches,” “The Corner,” and “My Hatred”

Cockroaches Cockroaches come out to cavort in the dark descending the walls ascending from sewers coming from the cracks the cobbles, the corners…


“Numb the Day,” “A Random Day in America,” and “In All the Pain and Misery”

numb the day the fog starts to thicken in the morning and a writer from maine licks his chops i roll over in bed and wonder why the pillows aren’t…


“A Puerto Peñasco Specialty,” “Hermosillo Blues,” and “Notes from Hermosillo”

A Puerto Peñasco Specialty We made love in the hot little room of La Roca, #12 (where Al Capone stayed) then bandaged your knees and walked down to…


“Gravity,” “Gravity II,” and “Irony in the Family Bathroom at the Gitty-Up-N-Go”

Gravity rocky shale cliffside to the right highway cement rolls under the tires at 48 mph big city lights ahead as the sky morphs pink of the dying…