Poems

The Lovers They looked at one other breathlessly and in silence, the two lovers. Their eyes were steady and clear, but hollow time in passing heaped […]

U mort a Ernesto de Martino Apprime, a lu paise, si cièrete nu mort, ll’accumpagnàite ‘a banda e Dumìniche u Cumme cch’i rastre11e. M’è rumèse nd’ […]

When? And yet I feel content and don’t get tired of slashing with my fingers through the air, tarantella-like. The hands have the power of a […]

Who Knows Who knows. No doubt they were afraid to disappear should their breaths touch; they were a colored soap bubble to each other, and knew […]

A Poem About Miracles Why don’t the records go blank the instant the singer dies? Oh, I know there are explanations but they don’t convince me […]

Broadcaster’s Poem I used to broadcast at night alone in a radio station but I was never good at it partly because my voice wasn’t right […]

The Anatomy of Angels Angels inhabit love songs. But they’re sprites not seraphim. The angel that up-ended Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits, stout loins […]

The Bull Moose Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tamarack swamps, came […]

The Mysterious Naked Man A mysterious naked man has been reported on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing the usual ceremonies with coloured lights and sirens. […]

When The Long Last Trek Is Over When the last long trek is over, And the last long trench filled in, I’ll take a boat to […]