Poetry

Where are you going? Where are you going?So late at nightIt’s way past bedtimeIt’s long past midnight Are you running from some turmoil?Did you see a terrible fight?What causes you to be out?Or to take this...

Wives of Nightfall We are theWives of nightfallMaidens of the dark Our lips smooth as oilFeather-soft voicesSpeaking words of lustRobed in garments ofLove Our prey who returnNight upon nightSeem somehow less humanTheir bodies shrinkingTheir eyes unseeingClouded by...

Whether or not Ram was thereI don’t know. Whether or notRam would come one day,that also I don't know. But then,the only thing I know is thatthere’s one Ram Lalthere’s one Ram Prasadthere’s one...

What It Came To I never thought it would come to thisWhen I drove across town to get more cocaineOr watched the bulldozer fill in the graveOr played in the waves with my bucket and...

tenth millennium i’m sure i was the same                                  as the stone; round and ungolfed; fractured from something much larger                   that stumbled down the mountain. there is nothing that                              laughs any                                          harder than a murder of crows. i can sit, without a fossil etched           any- where;...

Forever August We hate to see August drain awayLike the grains of goldFleeing from a dying miner’s handFrom an old movie.We want to remember theLush, emerald-green of the vegetationWhich surrounds us.Like a sweet-smelling cocoon.My nose...

Prodigal Daughter The girl asked nothing from me,just left, hitching I suppose,my car still in the garage,my wallet untouched.She looks just like her mother,relatives say when they learn. When I search her room, I find herchildhood...

Summer, Speedway, Indiana 1975 I guess because his dad was a dentist,Jeff Beverly had a 500 ml syringe—minus the needle. Looking back, I understandwhy all the grown-upssaid I was disturbed for many reasons, but mainly because of that...

Parting Is Sweet Sorrow she leftanddidn’t leavemuch of herself—a blond hairdropped without care,frayed golden threadon a worn and stained carpet,a cup of coffee,half-filled, unstirred,and a smell lingeringon the morning sheetslike a winter fog lying lightlyover...

A Lover’s Song come to mefor comfort and for warmthcome to me for lovefor friendship and for trustfor understanding and for care come to me for lovefor sunlit days and star filled nightsfor laughter and for...