If you only knew how
I wished I had your courage—
that ability to stand
stoically in the storm, un-
moved by the pounding rain,
The Mallard in My Pool; Funeral for a Frog; The Clam; First Look; Hawk and Salamander
Unsent, Poetic Letters; Branded; My Love For Lying; Understanding What Lies Within
I thought epistolary poems were great until I started to write one. The paper I wanted to write on screamed at me and I lunged back in fear.
Leprosarium; Napkin; Street
I remember lovely sunny October day: last year of medical school. Field trip to the leper colony 100 km outside of Moscow, town of Zagorsk. That is how lepers live: small apartments in one-story barracks, thick cabbage soup, cabbage from the nearby village, thick smell of the slow-smoldering life as you enter the porch of the dwelling.
Messages
First the devil must convince us
our dreams are real.
The Conversation; Expeditions; For Those of You; Glass Canyons at Night; Private Landscapes, Iced Desires
THE CONVERSATION
they talked through lunch and the better part of the afternoon and again
late that night but what he focused on as she spoke was not the subject lines
say the boat or her mother’s second marriage but rather his wife’s innuendos
Poems from a Series on the Sierra Minera and Its Mining History
Mina La Verdad de Un Artista
Truth of an Artist, strange name for a mine.
It´s hard to reach. Nobody wants you there.