Executive Orders
Who, in a back room, prepares the folders? The ones that look like menus from ’80s family restaurants. In the […]
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Night Vision
Our minds’ eyes can be keen. I hear
the young doctor in Gaza City tell me
through the car radio what she’s seen,
and I see, too, a man with arms snug
around a lifeless child.
Bad Back
Last night, in 7-11, the cashier reached
across the counter to scan my purchases
then grimaced and grabbed the small
of his back. I know that pain well
so I said, “I’ve got a bad back, too.”
The Word of the Day Is Widdershins
which sounds fun and elfin, like that
dance that leprechauns do, hobnail boots
clicking with glee or maybe something a
confused rabbit in coattails might say
when he’s lost his way:
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Ghazal: Freedom in America
My grandfather’s pipe tobacco fragrance, moss-green cardigan, his Yiddish lullaby When I woke crying: three of my earliest memories in
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When the Focus Group Calls the Republican Candidate …
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