Forest Nude
W e bought her two years ago because
she went with the three-tiered waterfall
we added to the north side of our back yard
in front of the stand o...
I Am Salmon
I was salmon, you,
a too-well-done petite filet mignon,
I, a dry martini up, you, a sweet Manhattan–and not so many years ago, it seems,
though t...
A Distant London Wind
Late that night in London
When we neared the end
Of embered loves,
We wandered hand in hand
Past a skeletal vendor
Roasting fresh ches...
The Sea Lion
(For Richard Brautigan)
A friend says you stopped for an hour
To consider its black hulk--
A dead sea lion washed up on Bolinas Bay
As if no...