To a Friend


If I were a leaf-cutter ant, I’d gnaw at your illness and with my helpers carry it piece by piece across the road.   If I were a giant whale shark I’d let you cling like a remora to my Read more ›

Uncle Joe


You always smelled likelimburger cheese and slibovitz.I remember how you held your nosebetween two fingersand blew it into the streethow you slurped your borshtstraight from the bowlhow you said with a Polish accent“Vot a vunderful tuchus she has.”A refined man you Read more ›

The View from the Needle


If prayers could animatethe matchstick armsthat dangle by your side,I’d compose a dozen dailyand post them on the old-growthcedars in Olympiawhich shoot straight up to Heaven.It’s been three years since you feltthe numbness in your handsand your illness is stilla Read more ›