Moving On
My grief is like a storm which rumbles to an end. The wind dies down the current slackens on the shoals white clouds stretch across the sky like huge confections. I still recall the splendor of her smile the solace… Read more ›
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The Kindest Cut
My daughter felt the first labor pangs as she dribbled a shovelful of dirt on her mother’s grave. In the still small hours Jonah was born_ and eight days later we prepared for the bris, shaking out the crumbs of… Read more ›
If Ever We Should Meet Again
If ever we should meet again it would be on the beach in Cozumel. I’d follow the footprints in the sand that snaked between the raked piles of seaweed and plastic bottles and the milky turquoise sea. I’d pass the… Read more ›
to be a rock
wish I were a rock anchored in the bay but I am sand and you are tide drawing me away (originally published in threelinepoetry)
The Old Man in the Nepali Cap
The old man in the Nepali cap stares back at us from the gold-framed portrait. His widow’s black bindi is artfully drawn between her eyes. The women serve us sweets and tea on copper trays The men, with shaven heads… Read more ›
Aunt Belle’s Chinese Vase
Years after Ben’s accident at the mill, Belle’s memories of him were like pieces of the Chinese vase he’d bought her in Atlanta, the one the cats knocked over in the hall. No matter how artfully she tried to glue… Read more ›
Kite Flying in Crump Park
I searched for you In early morning reveries And midnight dreams, Turning in my sleep Until the covers Lay entangled at my feet. But you had left No forwarding address And there was silence from your grave. So I composed… Read more ›
Ruach
After the shooting, we waited like expectant parents for your first breath. Unconscious of our presence, you drifted in a galaxy light years away, tethered to your life support of tubes and hose, your head thrown back in deep repose.… Read more ›
Nautilus
When I found you on a beach in Fiji, you’d floated up from depths where even avid divers could not reach you. Through years of ebb and tide your countershading kept you hidden from all predators. Seen from above your… Read more ›
Footprints
She left him in mid-breath, Her letters piled up, Unopened, On the kitchen table Her voice still on the machine, Apologizing for her absence And imploring the caller To leave a brief message. When he travelled to the places Where… Read more ›