four wild dogs set upon her, two at the head, one at the side,one gripping the tail in its teeth,
The Mallard in My Pool; Funeral for a Frog; The Clam; First Look; Hawk and Salamander
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,
Snow Day
Nestled on either side of a busy six-lane highway, a neglected cemetery quietly ages. Separated from the road by a sagging chain link fence topped with rusting barbed wire, the majority of travelers, going well over the posted speed limit, pay the relic no mind.
Congratulations on Your Graduation
Her parents are professors at Brooklyn Law. I forget their names: Shel and Sarah or Saul and Sally. We haven’t said more than five words to each other, but I’ve watched their girl, Juliet, grow from a chirpy, sunny blonde to a pale, quiet teenager. She hides behind her long, straight, dishwater hair, with just the cuff of her silver-tipped earring poking out.
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.
Two Lives
The river warden stood submerged up to his waist in the mid-stream, where the braiding sinews of a syrupy undercurrent had relaxed to create a skewed ellipse of near-motionless water. After many years on the river he found that he could easily spot these dead zones within the slowly-circulating continuity that eased itself interminably between the banks.
