The Palaces of Night Issue no. 178 Fall 2006 The beds are always made, and bright hallwaysveer off like lanes, looking for canals to leapacross in a white arch, and the stairs rise
Two Poems Issue no. 164 Winter 2002-2003 My mother wants to see me again. That means she'd like me to shave off my beard.She points her thumb at the dark portrait of a bearded man,
Two Poems Issue no. 152 Fall 1999 I'll never be as handsome as my father,singing Vivaldi, when he's seventy-five,beneath gold domes or strolling by the water.
Three Poems Issue no. 145 Winter 1997 I was sick, more or less, for the whole trip,and so she got to know the pharmacistsof Venice, claiming it would help to sip
Two Poems Issue no. 131 Summer 1994 Hudsons and Studebakers ruled the streets, a crossing guard and teenagers the pavement when I was eight. But that was an improvement