Rock face is rounded in gentle furrows,
Poems: Tourist
I started my writing life as a sociologist, which for me is akin to being a tourist in one’s own milieu: seeing the familiar and expected with new eyes.
Lamentation
The barge furrows the canal,Continue reading “Lamentation”
Kitchen Dream
(for Annabel Weinstein and Harry Castelli)
I live in a forest of pale maple.Continue reading “Kitchen Dream”
Rules of Engagement
A week ago, they had a conversation,Continue reading “Rules of Engagement”
After Anne Died
Sisters bound together, clutch a length of fraying ropeContinue reading “After Anne Died”
Aunt Anne Comes Home
Flurries slice the air sideways,Continue reading “Aunt Anne Comes Home”
For The Man Who Fed Us
(to the memory of Norman Konlup)
Forager, you found
treasures in the cracks
Artemis Waits in the Carpool Line
This is the only time I get to be alone,Continue reading “Artemis Waits in the Carpool Line”
The Man who Saved Blue Babies
(for Bob Usher)
The too-soon babies pulsed their hearts intoContinue reading “The Man who Saved Blue Babies”
