source By Mark Wagenaar Just as the evening’s about to move on, they appear, not as the apparitional deer— here, & gone in th...

THE POEMS OF OUR CLIMATE Wallace Stevens I Clear water in a brilliant bowl,  Pink and white carnations. The light In the room more lik...

Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the e...

Amy Hempel assigned this as a reading for our fiction workshop in 2010. I shadow box the sheet hanging over the opening              to...

how many times at my schoolgirl’s desk: what’s beyond those mountains? which rivers? is the scenery nice without tourists? am I right, R...

Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color. --WS Merwin

Buffalo Bill 's defunct                      who used to                      ride a watersmooth-silver                        ...

The Rhythms Pronounce Themselves Then Vanish After they told me the CT showed there was nothing wrong with my stomach but my heart was ...