**** Two Dancers: Flamenco **** Before, she sat straight-backed,her hands claspedlike birds before migration.Now, with her eyesand hammering palmsshe is forging a scimitar. A surge within the spine; …
**** The Poet of Poet Laval **** writes prescriptions for sleep, listingsonorous ingredients whose namesyou only have to read before slippinginto a deep canyon descendedby way of rustling …
**** Tragedy for Aaron Fink & Anne Mastrangelo **** Because the word seems vastwe blow it cold over frozen graves,row after row of snow laden graves,a wind which …
**** My Father, Long Dead **** My father, long dead,has become air Become scentof pipe smoke, of turf smoke, of resin Become lightand shade on the river Become …
**** Never-Never Michael Jackson, (1958-2009) **** when he grew up the boy without a boyhoodturned himself into a magical puppet \ laced the cloudswith strings of rain from …