A Day Like Any Other
Such insignificance: a glance
at your record on the doctor's desk
or a letter not meant for you.
How could you have known? It's not true... more »
Speaking of marvels, I am alive
together with you, when I might have been
alive with anyone under the sun,
when I might have been Abelard's woman... more »
Our trees are aspens, but people
mistake them for birches;
they think of us as characters
in a Russian novel, Kitty and Levin... more »
The moon lies on the river
like a drop of oil.
The children come to the banks to be healed
of their wounds and bruises.... more »
In 1936, a child
in Hitler's Germany,
what did I know about the war in Spain?
Andalusia was a tango... more »
1) I was born in a Free City, near the North Sea.... more »
Five For Country Music
The bulb at the front door burns and burns.
If it were a white rose it would tire of blooming... more »
For A Thirteenth Birthday
You have read War and Peace.
Now here is Sister Carrie,
not up to Tolstoy; still
it will second the real world:... more »
In Sleeping Beauty's castle
the clock strikes one hundred years
and the girl in the tower returns to the world.
So do the servants in the kitchen,... more »
Monet Refuses The Operation
Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.... more »
When the moon was full they came to the water.
some with pitchforks, some with rakes,
some with sieves and ladles,
and one with a silver cup.... more »
Paul Delvaux: The Village of the Mermaids
Who is that man in black, walking
away from us into the distance?
The painter, they say, took a long time
finding his vision of the world.... more »
Reading The Brothers Grimm To Jenny
Jenny, your mind commands
kingdoms of black and white:
you shoulder the crow on your left,
the snowbird on your right;... more »
Reasons for Numbers
Because I exist.... more »
For Lucy, who called them "ghost houses."
Someone was always leaving... more »
Sometimes, When the Light
Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles
and pulls you back into childhood... more »
The End of Science Fiction
This is not fantasy, this is our life.
We are the characters
who have invaded the moon,... more »
The Laughter Of Women
The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness... more »
What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,... more »
What The Dog Perhaps Hears
If an inaudible whistle
blown between our lips
can send him home to us,
then silence is perhaps... more »
Why We Tell Stories
For Linda Foster
I... more »