My black face fades， hiding inside the black granite. I said I wouldn't， dammit： No tears. I'm stone. I'm flesh. My clouded reflection eye...
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew. It's the same when love comes to an end， or the marriage fails and people say they knew it was a mistake， ...
Wasps at work in the soft flesh of rotting apples. Food of the gods， all day they mine it in busy hushed movements. I pick up a mushy corpse one cold ...
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set. Whose crumbs the crows inspect And with ironic ca...
The divorced mother and her divorcing daughter. The about-to-be ex-son-in-law and the ex-husband's adopted son. The divorcing daughter's child...
Where she had peed in the dirt， five years later he put his hands in the same dirt， tasted it and wept. Who is he who could do such？ Who is she that h...
I want to sleep the sleep of the apples， I want to get far away from the busyness of the cemeteries. I want to sleep the sleep of that child who longe...
Three windows are at work here， sophisticated spaces against the day， against the light. The sky looks as if it has been added later to a glimpsed wor...
My wife takes salt for starters， and rusted strands of barbed wire， the iron Grandfather left. Chips chunks from a salt block mired in sand， that tong...
I have studied many times The marble which was chiseled for me—— A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not m...