What we’re seeking Is not fixed in photographs. It’s this: The cackle of a mother’s laughter As she leans across the sink, Peeling carrots for the soup, The sighs and whispers Of a sultry summer night Rising through the boardwalk… Read more ›
Your nervous old world father, With his giant mustache, Paced the lakefront Crying out your name And muttering to himself In frantic Hungarian. Supine in a leaky rowboat, Hidden from all prying eyes, We drifted across the lake, Barely lifting… Read more ›
From our bed in Hvar, Scented with silk bags Of crushed lavender, You can discern A pot of red geraniums Balanced on a white marble slab Below a thin blue band Of Adriatic Sea, A composition Worthy of Matisse. Your… Read more ›
After twelve hours Under the knife, She had awakened like a tourist Reluctantly returning From the other side. It was such a peaceful place She could easily have stayed But her son, who had resided there For nine full years… Read more ›
My sadness was a heavy stone That only you could lift My life a ragged shirt Turned inside out You patched the holes And helped me Get the sleeves on right My heart an empty husk Discarded on the road… Read more ›
My father’s scars were carved so deeply in his back and arms they formed an unforgiving landscape of pitted valleys and dried up river beds. I gazed in fascination as he shaved wondering if they still hurt. When he wasn’t… Read more ›
I peered through granny glasses at the standard issue crewcut frat boys strolling through the commons with one bottle blonde appended to each arm. I was Sargeant Pepper in my Russian army greatcoat which nearly swept the ground. I was… Read more ›