Before I read this first poem I should tell you that my paternal grandfather had a gold pocket watch with a lid over the watch’s face. In his later years …

where life has new words for soul and muscles about to and voices about to and desire about to there is always a surplus of meanings to absorb the curve …

“The cliché is your enemy.” –from a handbook on writing It is not easy to admit this on paper, but the surface of the lake is sparkling very much like …

for Mimi Khalvati The air thickens, already more than half in summer. At the corner café, girls in T-shirts laugh in summer. The city streets, crowded with possibility under spring …

firm-fleshed red pendulous breast nipple hardened into promise in seed curled green fetus the cashew hangs longs for the sharp white teeth of girls their tiny perfect tongues licking its …

1 In the low light of winter The hard light of spring Lovers lit by scarcity and terror Ignite the hunter’s afternoon Remember stunning visits To a window closed against …