Poetry

"The last time I saw you..."

"...Like sheet metal... Sheet music..."

"...A desperate soul stitches the pensive hours..."

"...You may not know what their eyes have seen..."

"...To be touched by a rebel heart..."

"...sands stained with the blood from star shards..."

"...these weekends in the Berkshires..."

"...Elegant Evocative Exuberant..."

"...I love the clean, smooth lines that you leave behind in the air..."

"...in their counting counted the coins of his crime..."

"...the pinnacles of wafting cheerless fate of the Niger delta..."

"...a raisin dry personality who tries to keep sober..."

"...a hidden taking of your essence..."

"...all glances wrapped in eternity..."

"...It's about to overtake me..."

"...flirting with the night sky..."

"...Till a magician appears..."

"...I am completely yours..."

"...you know I stopped believing years ago..."

"...like miners we're often underground for hours at a time praying the canary will find enough fresh air to breathe..."

"...lucent clouded skies of blended silent obscurity..."

"...when you reach the crossroad..."

"...Children...love the moon with small hearts..."

"...and leap into the abyss..."

"The white bead rests between my two fingers..."

A poem inspired by David Lehman's poem "SF".

On Mother's Day, we remember that there are many ways to be a mother.

One song -- and yet so many memories...

"...above beer commercials and simultaneous conversations..."

"...There's infinite wonder and an eternity of spectral surprises..."