Marine Forecast
By Poetry Issue 120
I breathe the meadow smell of storm-turned sea.
Read MoreChristina Beyond the Curtain
By Poetry Issue 120
how
many hours did my ear sojourn to the rhythm of her yellow tongue?
Panic Attack on the Morning of My Eighty-Third Non-birthday
By Poetry Issue 120
Death sitting bored there, yawning. All that jive.
Read MoreRecalled
By Poetry Issue 120
Had Lazarus been in hell,
surely Jesus would have left him there.
Lent 2023
By Poetry Issue 120
I will become, dust
Read MoreOn the Probability of Christ’s Delight in Our Boys Occasionally Whacking People with Their Fronds During Palm Sunday Mass
By Poetry Issue 120
Perhaps our sons are signs, agitating the distracted
to gaze at the frescos restored to the apse
A Cappella
By Poetry Issue 120
With a mechanical click,
The light ceases,
Leaves you deep-keeled in darkness.
Monterchi, 1983
By Poetry Issue 120
Yes to mortal love and anguish.
Read MoreThe Entombment of Christ
By Poetry Issue 120
Death is so awkward.
Read MoreMy Venice
By Poetry Issue 120
Sometimes I think my soul is like a fist
that on occasion opens.