Please.

What has any woman ever done but crave that feeling of safety promised only to men.       Britney Continue reading →

The Woods Wife

      Author’s Note: (Part of this poem originally appeared on my personal page on allpoetry.com. That poem has Continue reading →

Patient

This moon is a privilege, and tonight, it shines bright through my window, through this double-plated window; this moon is Continue reading →

Our Miracle

Our favorite memory of Baba is one she told us: picking her way through chunks of building, cement and glass Continue reading →

A Reminder That I’m Still Alive

This body will not be a graveyard. If it be a warzone, I will take it to the front lines. Continue reading →

Poem

A spot welder worked next to me for a couple of weeks— mask, torch, gloves, cap backwards like a jockey Continue reading →

Repetition

It’s the same job every day that kills you. He’d been at the foundry since ’53, now a hunchback high Continue reading →

For Herb Alpert

The sound of Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass bounced from a skinny radio in the cafeteria. If you closed Continue reading →