Ghazal—
The wine-dark pain spills over, in my bed alone.
In nighttime stillness is my heart beset alone.
Tributes
Lawyer Poets, Poems, Tributes
What Is Your Idle Job?
—question (with typo) in a mass email’s subject line I wait for lunchtime at my desk, spinning like a boy
Cooking Frutti Di Mare On This Early Evening Before the Night Falls On Kentucky Hillsides
Today, as the locals love to say,
is so cold the wolves ate the sheep for the wool.
I open the bag.
How to Make Amends
He was hungry, so he ate the couch, the one with the pull-out bed. Of course, when the wife came home, she was disgusted.
The Fire This Time
how much damn broke
does it take to want to
burn just before class
lung green with chaos
Rapunzel
Think what it must have been like for her, caged
in her tower, the small window cut into dark
stone, the hours it took to brush