With your enigmatic smile you were my Giaconda, pouring out your sympathy like wine, keeping your feelings bottled up inside like aged liqueur. You greeted our son’s death with stoic silence, numbing your grief with cigarettes and concealing the… Read more ›
They came in mid-autumn, sailing across the stark brown hills like white ghost-ships and settling on the tiled roofs of the villas by the school To the muezzin’s deep dismay, they built a nest atop the minaret and when… Read more ›
Las nicas wear their beauty lightly, like a boa’s tatooed skin, like a tuna’s silver scales, moving their lithe bodies with a grace as natural as the swaying palms El Buen Pastor, they say, passed this way, disguised as… Read more ›
A passion for language set their hearts aflutter, not only for the bingos like ECSTASY that earned an extra fifty points but for smaller words like QI the Chinese force inherent in all things and KA the Egyptian word for… Read more ›
I’m a clock with no hour a solitary sock, a hummingbird circling a wilted flower (Originally published in Three Line Poetry)
Bad news is a basset hound familiar with your scent. It always finds you out. Shut down your cellphone, close your inbox, burrow six feet under, a mole will deliver the message. It never comes on grim grey days,… Read more ›
Kelly was fighting Irish all the way, a former choir boy from Troy with close-cropped hair, his mind and body tuned like a fine Italian car. Rachel was , let’s say, to a gentle manner born, a daughter of Israel… Read more ›
At unexpected moments he could feel her fingers plucking at his heartstrings, playing the tune they used to sing off-key on long trips while the old Toyota chugged up the mountains barely doing forty-five and the children fidgeted in the… Read more ›
The first time John slept with Emily her boxer, Tyson, climbed into the bed and refused to budge, shifting his ninety pound bulk until, his derrière coming to rest at last against John’s head, he became a one-dog band, snoring… Read more ›
glimpses of beauty so rare they seem imagined the white tip on the shark’s tail sashaying past the rocks the glassy eye of the scorpionfish peering through its camouflage the spotted wings of the baby-faced eagle rays blending into the… Read more ›