October 12, 2015As Eddie Fisher catches fire, diamonds draw flame;Scotch tumbles over rims like water in wellsPrecious stones ring; like each pearl string, eight grooms hung bells.Bows on blue-boxed Tiffany tongues thank your name;Mere mortals, fans all, clamor and glamour becomes one same:Celebrity, fashion, lights, Oscar, and Hollywood shame;Self! I go my...October 5, 2015
We will live on a paved street or a rough
Alley left between walls, almost forgotten,
Or on the bank of a dry river bed
With rose petals running over jagged stone,
Or we will live, naked as bees, in a patchwork
Forest stitched with water drawn from the sky’s groin.September 28, 2015You can’t tell from these cloudswhy this afternoon was set on fireis burning through some lullabyyou’re singing to yourselfby gathering a few leaves, some twigsfor the gentleness falling out your mouth—you dead know how it is, each hushmust be buried on the way backwith lips that bleed when rinsed in rainwaterleaving a sky that no longer takes...September 14, 2015I bring you a rosewhich you yourself created!Did you create the roseso that I could bring it,or me, so that Iwould find a roseand bring it to you?So, I give myself and a rose.Thank you for the giftof roses which I give back,with...August 17-24, 2015I/Blaise Pascal“The silence of these infinite spaces frightens me:The dark dissolves to numbered points and emptiness.I’ve tried to write of it, but the imploding blankSwallows what...August 3-10, 2015In this fine light the figurationsrise and dielike Attention and the senseand sensuous condition of paintand music God knows Degasknew the waltz of signs,...July 20-27, 2015“The bird lies still while the light goes on flying.”From “Unknown Age,” by W. S. MerwinThose with strapped-on wingsfor ages dreamt of flying like the birds...June 22-29, 2015For Sister Rosemary Johnson, R.S.M.And a river went out of the place of pleasure to water paradise.—Gn 2:10Adam…could not have inferred from the fluidity and transparency of water that it would suffocate him….—Hume...June 8-15, 2015The editors of America are pleased to present the winner of the 2015 Foley Poetry Award, given in honor of William T. Foley, M.D.Water leaped here not long since.Then earth belched up a ridge,and here we cluster, crabs all, cleaving...June 8-15, 2015
The original title of this year’s Foley poetry contest winner was, “After the Molt, the King of Crabs, Feeling Tender, Addresses the Folk.” On first reading, the poem seemed messy, too strange, haphazard. The long title contributed to that impression.