Vacation
By Poetry Issue 114
My wife
Is reading D.H. Lawrence and says she wants to get a tattoo. She says that I’m not “deep,”
And maybe she’s right.
Presences
By Poetry Issue 114
There’s always
the possibility of never coming back
A Superior Mirage Is a Particular Refraction of Light
By Poetry Issue 114
When my children ask questions,
I try to answer them truthfully, which means
admitting to failure.
An Affordable Place
By Poetry Issue 114
I didn’t like that place we lived in
before you died
Lurker
By Poetry Issue 114
I had always wanted to grow children here
in the cornfields, where it would be easy
to teach them about God
The Other World, and This One: Immanent and Transcendent Tendencies in Contemporary Poetry
By Culture Issue 114
I look to poets not to confirm my ideas of the world and of God but to be shaken awake by their vision.
Read MoreHomage to Life, 2003
By Poetry Issue 114
The grids are finally gone. Even while at the facility, Agnes drove to her art studio each day to work. I think about the people who bathed her, who cut up her food into trapezoids.
Read MoreThe Islands, 1961
By Poetry Issue 114
A poem for Agnes Martin.
Read MoreTorschlusspanik, with Stage Directions from The Tempest
By Poetry Issue 114
In this time of uncertainty
your father’s building
a small wooden boat
From Jonah
By Poetry Issue 114
Is perfection aligned with intransigence? …what relation does perfection have to prophecy?
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