The Cold War, A Romance
Sometimes we were illegal dollar bills. We were the three-hour line for bread, the last pair of pantyhose in the […]
Poems, Sonnets, Tributes
Sonnets
A Knack for Losing Things
The art of losing isn’t hard to master. —Elizabeth Bishop, “One Art” What has been lost along my careless way
Audio, Poems, Sonnets, Tributes
Whooping Rendezvous
Outside our bedroom window, we both hearda whooping noise from somewhere in the dark,and though an eerie call, it was
Audio, Poems, Sonnets, Tributes
The Circus of Inconsolable Loss
There is only one ring for those sweating horses with the preternaturallyflat backs and the fat smooth rumps from which
Essays, Sonnets, Tributes
The Recrudescence of the Muse: One Poet’s Journey
Freedom is only truly freedom when it appears against the background of an artificial limitation. —T. S. Eliot Rhythm and