Poetry
… in Albuquerque during most of his time on the “Hill.” She died in 1945, shortly before the Trinity test. Once people …
Poetry
… They move through the exit. The drama of their earthly life comes to a close…. These children, unoffending, innocent, … be more given to visitation than most. They wouldn’t have come whole; they would have arrived in bits and pieces, the … girls would have been only a few years older than me. They died as I was born. They were blown to the winds of 1963. I …
Poetry
… rain, it’s sober, a drunk without a drink. Still, tourists come for sun and ocean, list rare wine in pretty bottles, pretty girls in bare sandals and smiles. I’m looking at the afternoon sunshine …
Poetry
… the pear and fig fall prior to their time, let the radios die and the hounds freeze over their meat. Let the balconies … is not enough, the equations of the mathematician must each come wrong, strangely, inexplicably, the remedies must run … But now the war can’t know what it wants: we make meals, pay a tax and dream nothing hard enough to wake us. Not …
Poetry
… I thought back to that text he sent a few months before he died. I’d been going through a rough stretch and crushed … I could turn the key. You can’t have a phone in those hospitals, so I didn’t see it until I got discharged. Dan I love …
Poetry
… by a web of caves; they must have seemed like catacombs, in 1863, to the woman sitting in her parlor, … explode, writing herself into history, asking what is to become of all the living things in this place? This … on the bluffs, draped in flowers—funereal—a blur of petals against the river’s gray. The brochure in my room …