New Year's Eve
It was near nightfall when we descended upon the cave, its opening a broad maw like the mouth of a catfish, tapering into deeper reaches...
After Midnight, Outside Bridgeport
There are moments when this machine of degradation appears almost immaculate - like a grand weaving whose warps and wefts are so...
The First Berries
I rose on unsteady legs and hobbled down the steps to pee in the bamboo thicket, and seeing a dark, ripe blackberry, picked it and...
Accipiter
In fevered dream you remind me, I am not yet perfect Still, this ripple, like the accipiter in the garden of birdsong, precedes and...
The Salamanders
It is November and raining hard, again, enough perhaps, for the salamanders to emerge from their long waiting patiently underfoot By...
When I Wake
When I wake to see you stoking the coals in your underthings, feeding a log to the fire with your stout and lovely hands, which make so...