Like a sailboat striving To catch the wind, I shift from side to side. Each time I get up and return You awaken too As if in loving you Our two lives have become Synchronized. You tuck the paisley comforter… Read more ›

They hang on a bent nail In the garage Or lie scattered Amid matchbooks and loose change In the nightstand drawer, Bright brass and tarnished metal Clustered on rings or solitary, Their sets of ridged teeth Like miniature sawed off… Read more ›

After the nursing home was paid, all that remained of my father’s legacy was his stark depression, handed down from one generation of fearful Russian Jews to the next And finally given to me. Now when the black clouds come,… Read more ›

Our Father Who Art in Heaven, stay there with your retinue of saccharine angels and saints, orchestrating the celestial fanfare, while we remain below, content to breathe the pine-filled air, to feel the wind caress the napes of our necks,… Read more ›

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 ›

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 ›