for A.H. OK, so I didn’t include you in an e-mail, OK, so this fact got lodged in the back of my mind, OK, so in sleep some of that back stuff comes to the front, OK, so, your mouth… Read More ›
sex (more or less)
As far as I can tell, the latest sexual-harassment guidelines do not outlaw poetry
When we began to attack traditional ways of expressing sexual desire – when We began to criminalize suggestive or insulting sounds, or sexual innuen- Does, and sexual activities including kissing! and remarks about people’s clothing Or bodies, unwanted humor or… Read More ›
The cobra, become a museum piece, complains
Poem inspired, at least in part, by a visit to the Bronx Zoo My mother me and siblings warned, It could be hard to find a mate. An argument easy to make – The sharp of tongue: often lovelorn…. Read More ›
Returning, remembering, regrets
Returning – the long flight to the capital, then to the beach The palm trees, the taxi, the dirt road, dogs asleep, The long benches and table warm in the shade of the house. Both of us, that irretrievable afternoon,… Read More ›
The Ballad of Don and Dee
At 9 in line at The Dry Goat Don heard these words from Dee: “How many lives must it consume – Our pressed, small batch coffee?” The faded denim of her shirt Agreed with gentle breasts. He helping synch… Read More ›
In which a poet realizes he’d better exit a yoga class
Along the floor of that class there rippled such a rage, As woman upon woman waited on mats not rafts, For some soft music and exercises that thousands Of penguins badly needing icebergs would not assuage, Nor rid them of… Read More ›
Writing doesn’t have to involve running away
I read a poem by a young woman About her attachment to female racehorses. I know they come first, she concluded. Something like that. I thought, being a man, I should write About stallions – their muscles? speed? power?… Read More ›
