After Studying Matisse’s Pianist and Checker Players at Midnight
A distinct hum emerges from the line drawn, from the simple gesture of paint. Here, for example, where Matisse once […]
Boomer Girls, Poems, Tributes
Tributes
Poems, Pulitzer Prize, Tributes
Orpheus Alone
It was an adventure much could be made of: a walk On the shores of the darkest known river, Among
Poems, Pulitzer Prize, Tributes
The End
Not everyone knows what he shall sing at the end, Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what
Boomer Girls, Poems, Tributes
Birds
I found the blue jay on the driveway under the pink drunk Czechoslovakian- grandma-planted peonies which were under the restrained
Childrend, Poems, Tributes
Lice, Lice, Miserable Lice
Lice is so miserable I’ve had it before. It itches and itches and itches like a dog scratching his fleas.
Children, Poems, Tributes
Self Portrait
My face is like a pencil long and hard My feet are like rotten onions My hands are full of