Trying To Finish A Sonnet At Le Pain Quotidien
Death has aged us, Martha.
They’ll be re-casting the actors, I’ve heard:
They say they want it to be faithful,
“True to life,” they say.
Each day I find another thing I’ve lost, Martha,
Pairs I assumed were whole since one was there,
And visible.
But now,
Unpacking at the new place we cannot
Find the original, only the friend we bought it.
Today’s a quiet pain,
Like that slow-burning wood they make
That keeps its shape a while in the fire place and then is
Ashes all at once.
Martha, you never warned me love would have a cost!
Although, of course, we both already knew.


Even on mud or grasses,

Strain Again

La Plage Sud

All Change

The Nocturnes

Newton’s Cradle

Another Time

How We Know Each Other

Houdini’s Wife

Trying To Finish A Sonnet At Le Pain Quotidien

Crossing the Pont du Lac Ha! Ha!

(Running) After Catullus (With a Knife)

So What’s My Super-Objective

Remember Once, When It Was Raining,

The Word Is “Yet”

A Subway Sketch

Wait Up! I’m Hamlet, Too!

It’s Always Something

The Buddha in My Window Box Faces Away

Arranged

Don’t Go
