It's a Jane or Johnny-come-lately, the solitary rose in my garden, a harvest holdover or belated bloom that's risen when the others have...

With your hands wrist-deep in the black of loamy soil, you tell me your infant daughter died at break of dawn, on a day that our star...

The flowers in my house are a fraud, marigolds that never wither, forsythia forever fake with vibrant yellow that doesn’t fade, daisies...

I’ve never written you a love letter, as I did for the girls I crushed on in school, vowing a childish forever love. I’ve been told that...

It’s hard to believe that crotchety old man and his wife hobbling into the store where I work were once hippies. Their faces creased like...

This one is not so Grand as its river, no Seine cutting at its heart or couples arm-in-arm amid  je t’aime. We can see the eroding...

We’re the collateral generation. Don’t mind the dead. They have a habit of getting in the way. It’s the   terrorists we’re after.   Next...

The way our cat sleeps on our books has made us appraise osmosis, her head reposed on the cover’s title, her paw outstretched over the...

The name our friend has chosen for her mastiff is sublime. We wait to hear the inevitable: Achilles, heel! Almost invulnerable, were it...

It’s there, in our walk around the crescent, the sign a golden diamond:      Blind      Child      Area Weathered from exposure,...

All your money won’t another minute buy. Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind. —Kansas We never should have deemed ourselves...

The gallery forked out millions for this thing. You chuckle, what a waste! But I say there’s no such thing as a blank & vacant canvas—...

My death  is 60 inches to my right. The tire of a tractor- trailer which is whirling like a drunken potter’s wheel— albeit vertically,...

You tell me tic- tac-toe is boring, will always end in ties, a stale- mate just like us, where nothing has been lost but never won, our...

And God made the firmament, and divided the waters under the firmament from the waters above the firmament: and it was so. —Genesis 1:7...

You bought a dozen roses for the thorns, wrapped your palm & fingers round their spikes, the rivulets of rouge— dittoing their corolla of...

Everyone gasped in church whenever his name was voiced aloud, snubbed him during handshakes, shunned him through their coffee. The kids...

On the day of your Bat Mitzvah, you twirled beneath the snow, your unpierced tongue extending like an ophidian from a cleft, trans- muted...

The webhost that I use is claiming a widget will not load. Nothing is where it should be because of this power-tripping gizmo. There’s...

You say our survival is dependent on the heeding of warning signs. A tickle in my throat precedes a cough, and the cellist can somehow...