Thursday, May 30, 2019

A Ripple

Much as a still body of water,
when a trifling breeze comes up,
feels a ripple start across the pond
searching for the consummation

Monday, May 20, 2019

Saturn Devouring His Children

In a drawing by Goya never held any horror
for me, devouring as any father,
trying to get the Madonna alone and all
the Madonna ever wanted was the kid

Sunday, May 12, 2019

To a spider this morning

You seem sure-footed enough
as long as you stay
in your web, filaments so thin
I can't see the spokes

Tuesday, May 7, 2019

Union Cemetery

There's frost laying across their beds
this morning, like it did
when we were kids in Vermont
No central heat, they slept us

Coco Chanel

Coco Chanel I think I’ll write a love poem to Coco Chanel She’s with me in this pandemic I can taste her on my lips She goes o...