Bruises
When my dog stopped short to inspect a dead owl’s carcass, I fell right, avoiding her, and to break my […]
Poems
Poems
Watching the Bat
It is the last bat hanging from the rafters that scares me. Why hasn’t he disappeared like the others in
Poems, Poets Abroad, Tributes
Rats
It is not my mother I miss, but the idea of a mother–figure. I especially miss someone when I’m alone
Poems
On the Past
It wasn’t a bad day as days go. I awoke in the morning. I was still around at the end.
Poems
Death, Again
for Howard “Bud” Meyers (1932-2003) And why not? Isn’t it what we know best and least, that fear, the bottom
Poems
Miss Memory
A woman on the radio can recall every day of her life for the last thirty years. The weather, headlines,