from Directions to the Beach of the Dead
Mexican Almuerzo in New Englandfor M.G.Word is praise for Marina, up past 3:00 a.m. the night before her flight,preparing and packing the platos tradicionales she’s now heating up inthe… More
From The Man With My Face
The Father and the DaughterThere once was a girl who looked so much like herfather that no one in the town could tell them apart.Despite their difference in age… More
From Real Karaoke People
Summer evenings around a picnic table metropolis’d with food and condiments, the man’s fingers sweep the moon from his wife’s black mane, humming of lovers in an oarless boat on the East Sea… More
On Faith & Reason
Nothing that happens in my country matters In the large scheme of things But when I am there Breathing the dusty air of the dry months A cruel April to defy Eliot I know… More
Faith & Reason
Here & ElsewhereI cannot write I cannot writewhen I want to, when I need to.I mean I cannot writewhat must be writtenwhat demands to be written.Every morning I ask… More
The New Religion
The body is a nation I have not known. The pure joy of air: the moment between leaping from a cliff into the wall of blue below. Like that. More
On Faith & Reason
Instead of me,/ the reading lamp begins to move../ It takes a different shape,/ becomes a starship,/ and the little men/ get off to take me/ as if I… More
On Faith & Reason
But there outside, in the glow of the sinking sun, Sister Cécile sits on the doorstep of the hut and with her smile caresses the vacant stares of the children. Her arms… More
On Faith & Reason
The VisitWhen I looked up from my blank pagethere was an angel in the room.A rather commonplace angel,presumably of lower rank.You cannot imagine, he said,the degree to which you’re… More
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