Fountain Street

I am to give obeisance to him and his firm brothers lurking in the gardenÐÐ they strip me of my childhood casually with the relative calm of a standard play, the rising action,...

America, forgive this apostrophe, I'm channeling Whitman-- he says his atoms are rushing into the veins of the new revolution, he's assimilating into phosphor dots, trying to fo...

when my heart becomes as vivid as your apples and geraniums you must promise to paint it-- the north light will pour through the window into my palms, and be gone

Shadows press into the ground, the black trees lay flat against the clouds; jackdaws arc above the rooftops then push into the wind toward the highest branches; a boy whirls aro...