Waves of You I want to hold you, long and close, where waves break in twilight. I want to hold you, long and close, and feel your skin...

The more I died, the more I came to life. In quicklime quickened, I returned as breath the way a cut releases from a knife. My blood had...

The thunder departs. Its withdrawing boom Calls to a beam of angling light That strikes the titan towers through the gloom And sets them...

You have to pass through the distressing part of this mostly golden town to get there. You continue—pressing past Jericho and on through...

A rose is lying in the summer mud— The dew still fresh from when it fell last night. A phoenix sinks into a sea of sands— See how the...

from a Photograph Flesh longed, at last, to be so impregnated and so inseminated, like a flower is pollinated by the breeze … (Or bees)....

Let all men be good, Noble and giving. For, that alone Distinguishes them From other beings Known in this world. Hail to the unknown...

They met me coming up the concession to our lane after the bus’s flag stop. They were waiting in the bursts of asters, in milkweed pods...

In 5/8 time, we row toward our demise. Rachmaninoff supplies the oars, the boat the waves, the craggy cliffs, the leaden skies. All we...

The young Greek had to vanquish many daring trials Before he could be welcomed in the Eleusian house. Are you matured enough to enter the...

In 1688, John Dryden, England’s first official poet laureate, was deprived of that title for remaining Catholic and replaced with the...

Mediterranean Fortunes A cold, dry Mistral gallops down the Rhone, reminding of what Dumas wrote: a count, falsely accused, rotting...