Newton’s Cradle
There’s people
I have loved
Still love, even
Letters stop
Care packets thin
Almost to nothing too
And yet
I still remember loving
Frantic in love,
the desperate loving of
a broken fast, a cup,
ginger, sharp-sweet,
like being small and trying
to read as much as possible
before the light—
I’d have another prism if you’re asking;
Without refractions, though,
Or I’ll be up all night.


Even on mud or grasses,

Strain Again

La Plage Sud

All Change

The Nocturnes

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
