• Courage

    It is in the small things we see it.
    The child's first step,
    as awesome as an earthquake.
    The first time you rode a bike,... more »

  • Cripples And Other Stories

    My doctor, the comedian
    I called you every time
    and made you laugh yourself
    when I wrote this silly rhyme...... more »

  • Crossing The Atlantic

    We sail out of season into on oyster-gray wind,
    over a terrible hardness.
    Where Dickens crossed with mal de mer
    in twenty weeks or twenty days... more »

  • 'Daddy' Warbucks

    What's missing is the eyeballs
    in each of us, but it doesn't matter
    because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
    You let me touch them, fondle the green faces... more »

  • Demon

    A young man is afraid of his demon and puts his hand
    over the demon's mouth sometimes...- D. H. Lawrence

    I mentioned my demon to a friend... more »

  • Despair

    Who is he?
    A railroad track toward hell?
    Breaking like a stick of furniture?
    The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?... more »

  • Doctors

    They work with herbs
    and penicillin
    They work with gentleness... more »

  • Doors, Doors, Doors

    1. Old Man

    Old man, it's four flights up and for what?
    Your room is hardly bigger than your bed.... more »

  • Dreaming The Breasts

    strange goddess face
    above my milk home,
    that delicate asylum,... more »

  • Earthworm

    Slim inquirer, while the old fathers sleep
    you are reworking their soil, you have
    a grocery store there down under the earth... more »

  • Elegy In The Classroom

    In the thin classroom, where your face
    was noble and your words were all things,
    I find this boily creature in your place;... more »

  • Elizabeth Gone


    You lay in the nest of your real death,
    Beyond the print of my nervous fingers... more »

  • End, Middle, Beginning

    There was an unwanted child.
    Aborted by three modern methods
    she hung on to the womb,... more »

  • Flee On Your Donkey

    Because there was no other place
    to flee to,
    I came back to the scene of the disordered senses,... more »

  • For God While Sleeping

    Sleeping in fever, I am unfair
    to know just who you are:
    hung up like a pig on exhibit,... more »

  • For John, Who Begs Me Not To Enquire Further

    Not that it was beautiful,
    but that, in the end, there was
    a certain sense of order there;... more »

  • For Johnny Pole On The Forgotten Beach

    In his tenth July some instinct
    taught him to arm the waiting wave,
    a giant where its mouth hung open.... more »

  • For My Lover, Returning To His Wife

    She is all there.
    She was melted carefully down for you
    and cast up from your childhood,... more »

  • For The Year Of The Insane

    A prayer

    O Mary, fragile mother,
    hear me, hear me now
    although I do not know your words.... more »

  • Funnel

    The family story tells, and it was told true,
    of my great-grandfather who begat eight
    genius children and bought twelve almost-new... more »

  • Ghosts

    Some ghosts are women,
    neither abstract nor pale,
    their breasts as limp as killed fish.... more »

  • Gods

    Ms. Sexton went out looking for the gods.
    She began looking in the sky
    —expecting a large white angel with a blue crotch.... more »

  • Going Gone

    Over stone walls and barns,
    miles from the black-eyed Susans,
    over circus tents and moon rockets... more »

  • Her Kind

    have gone out, a possessed witch,
    haunting the black air, braver at night;
    dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
    over the plain houses, light by light:... more »

  • Hornet

    A red-hot needle
    hangs out of him, he steers by it
    as if it were a rudder, he... more »