The Edges of TimeIt is at the edges that time thins. Time which had been dense and viscous as amber suspending intentions like bees unseizes them. A humming begins, apparently coming from stacks of put-off things or just in back. A racket of claims now, as time flattens. A glittering fan of …
The Black ArtA woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer …
…et nihil mihi deerit.The living room is over-heated, like a gaping kitchen oven-door,Long past the payoff in savory odors resulting from bowls of color.The back parlor launches its many campaigns of hushed conversation.Sunlight glistens farewells …
little tree little silent Christmas treeyou are so littleyou are more like a flowerwho found you in the green forestand were you very sorry to come away?see i will comfort youbecause you smell so sweetlyi will …
From “In Memoriam” (CVI)Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light:The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the …
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o’ the puddin-race! Aboon them a’ ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, or thairm: Weel are ye wordy of a grace As lang’s my arm. The groaning trencher there ye fill, Your hurdies like …
JanuaryThe fox drags its wounded bellyOver the snow, the crimson seedsOf blood burst with a mild explosion,Soft as excrement, bold as roses. Over the snow that feels no pity,Whose white hands can give no healing,The fox …
Heat of the blanket,cool of the pillow...long sunLow sun...the fact of flieson fernsTwo thumbsto the weave of the sock...cold sunCap and gown,she boards the bus...by the bumsBirdsong...squawk anxiousat the fire engineIn twilightI become...the crow’s caw“Flag …
The property line melts into forest, its late winter browns speakAn unknown beast’s pelt; felled oaks hunch over like sleeping bears While beech and birch extend into ugly candid possum hair,And elms and maples muster into …
Where did these enormous children come from, More ladylike than we have ever been? Some of ours look older than we feel. How did they appear in their long dresses More ladylike than we have …
