Poems

For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach In his tenth July some instinct taught him to arm the waiting wave, a giant where its mouth hung […]

For My Lover, Returning To His Wife She is all there. She was melted carefully down for you and cast up from your childhood, cast up […]

For the Year of the Insane a prayer O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black […]

Funnel The family story tells, and it was told true, of my great-grandfather who begat eight genius children and bought twelve almost-new grand pianos. He left […]

Ghosts- Some ghosts are women, neither abstract nor pale, their breasts as limp as killed fish. Not witches, but ghosts who come, moving their useless arms […]

Gods- Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods. She began looking in the sky —expecting a large white angel with a blue crotch. No one. […]

Going Gone Over stone walls and barns, miles from the black-eyed Susans, over circus tents and moon rockets you are going, going. You who have inhabited […]

Her Kind I have gone out, a possessed witch, haunting the black air, braver at night; dreaming evil, I have done my hitch over the plain […]

Hornet A red-hot needle hangs out of him, he steers by it as if it were a rudder, he would get in the house any way […]

Housewife Some women marry houses. It’s another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements. The walls are permanent and […]