The last time I heard you say Oh, the last words I heard in the dark, almost a dream the words I thought you said:

was still years before Kennedy’s demise. It was the year of Cuba, of space and of Russia. The Caspian Tiger became extinct in Iran. For

You don’t want to hear my sob story. Believe me, you don’t. But here I am, under the phosphorous and pretty lights more helpless than

Before the empire’s rage, before dark men, in shadows, furious in the calm that reigned, or will deservedly reign, narrowed eyes, narrowed lips and for

Sitting at back of the great hall I see heads bob down and up like buoys in rough sea not recognizing her face in that

I read the constitution from end to end, not as a lawyer or looking to find justification for my own belief, but for its simplicity

Am I the only one remembering Malinin? concentrating to become a bird or a cat in those thin paperbacks on cheap paper that crumbled after

No, I don’t want you to trot with your polite confidence back and forth in my nightmare. Saddle, gun and spur and the tilted hat,

Listening to an all Canadian band playing Neil Young and Loverboy songs, Sema is wearing her “Enjoy California” T-shirt, lying on the lawn in front

Clueless, I entered the lab on such a beautiful day chatting with the radiant girl playful and pregnant. A little voice nagged at the back

A prince, a hero a healer, a rebel, what they had in common was need. The prince wanted a world to see, the hero his

On Presidents’ Day, Rain is keeping pace, With moans in the bathtub, Cutting through her dream, Riding the waves of pain.   Her hand is

Dissolving milk in the sea of green the body drifted, naked, clean. Delicate hands motionless in the waves a faraway voice calling his names. Every

If sun were god, not of everywhere, just here, how easy it would be to believe. How eagerly, every single morning we could bask in

Looks like you and me. It sleeps in the bedroom across this thin wall and wants to break free. We huddle for protection in front

There you are, sideways as you’ve never been before, in front of the window, white and bare in this lush decor. You’re half smiling, half

  They say there is nothing like the wind to tempt you away from here. They say abandon your ways haven’t you had enough of

Oh Beautiful, I’ve heard of you. What could you do to a man of science?   Oh, no! What simple lines could you recite while

I watched the PBS documentary on the three kings and their travels to Bethlehem. Although well presented, it is interesting to note how much one’s

Have you noticed how short my poems have become? How desperately I hold on to your transparent matter, before you run off to the next

is sucking on money. Hanging about town, among the riffraffs, and the worried pants, I noticed all of their faces reflected in the glass of

It was hot in the desert a heat as sharp as the steel of my financial defeat. In the deep end of the bar with

Have no fear, even though the center of your psyche is far from cupid’s loving stare, even though the finger of the news points at

It was hot in the desert a heat as sharp as the steel of my financial defeat. In the deep end of the bar with

Step out of everyday and into the starry sky for without science you have no aim. Eyes now covered with hair, for there is this