Poems

My Neighbor Gives Me Meat Bones

Rattle / September 23, 2008

I bring her persimmons from the Farmer’s Market at midday. Last of the season. Do you like to cook? Yes, […]

Rattle / September 20, 2008

must be a howling full moon tonight because everybody is streaming through my hospital and just howling crazy after 15

Rattle / September 19, 2008

For Brooks Staton, 1/15/15 – 6/14/05 I sit alone at his convalescent home bedside. His eyes are unfocused, unblinking. I

Rattle / September 18, 2008

Her left hand that played Chopin at the faintest hint hit my mouth as quick. I sat next to her,

Rattle / September 16, 2008

is the night I decided to drive back to our old house. I had danced all night in a bar

Rattle / September 14, 2008

He still wounds himself every day for five decades now, breakfast till bed, his index finger spins tight circles at