Monthly Archives: May 2010

Is the Statue of Liberty a person of size? Aren’t we all of us symbols of Boston Cream pies? My girlfriend Cheryl is as big as a house. She sat on me Thursday said I was a louse. All that’s … Continue reading →

Even before I know she’s playing Beethoven I’m quick to notice how it all sounds best open-eyed. Better to watch her shiny black high heels cavort on their tiny stilts, guested by time and the cadences of God.

The joys of the four of us,                                                                                                                        of running barefoot up                                                                                                                             our smooth deserted street                                                                                                                     one cool morning in high summer                                                                                                        under the towering green trees                                                                                                              the city hums below us,                                                                                                                       of to this day                                                                                                                                              coming back to … Continue reading →

William E. Gordon                                                                                                                                 thought an ear into the Earth                                                                                                                 in Puerto Rico, a snake-infested                                                                                                                                        limestone sinkhole planted with                                                                                                            sixties tobacco. We’ll catch the Rooskies napping                                                                                                          he told the feds, and started                                                                                                                   in on electrons                                                                                                                                           two thousand miles up, eventually overhearing                                                                                                                            … Continue reading →

The scrape of corn snow,                                                                                                                         March winds warming the deep woods—                                                                                            the brilliant green moss.

So many torrents cross the trail, clattering up old Mount Washington, warm light dancing on each one, climbing old Mount Washington.