A Fragmented Diary in a Fragmented Time

We take our solace, in a time of malaise and mourning, in the close-at-hand.


Complicity can crease the tongue back on itself like an origami dog.

Charm for a Spring Storm

I am tamping down the earth with the flat side of a blade I am burying you


She wondered if tomorrow would fill her with so strange a stirring.

Easter Wings

Lufthansa lifts off under me. The set sun disinters, a fanned cinder.

Five Poems

I drag my sheets as Earth drags her tangled mess of tides.

Five Poems

The stars begin to turn clockwise, freeing us of all consequences.


Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.

Four Poems

This is the stupid math of loving another human being.

From Notes at the Grave of James Felix Quigley

Out there, my father captains a boat tour below the Cliffs of Moher

From Rising, Falling, Hovering

We cannot leave it to the forces to rub out the color of the world.


The world beyond the windows slowly tips forward into spring.


The canary-yellow sweater she knit while pregnant with me thawed first.

Here on Earth, 1994

My stepfather has gone out with a blanket to place over a doe’s body.

I Want to Know Why

There’s something I saw at the race meeting I can’t figure out.

Ill-Advised Love Poem

Come live with me. We could plant acorns in each other’s mouths.

Incident with Nature, Late

I decide it’s as good a place as any to stop, pant & smell the roses—

Magdalen Walks

All the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring.

Memorial Day

We could hear the parade three blocks before it arrived at our corner.

Mother’s Night

She’s coming back, her arms full of the flowers I gave her once a year.

Night Fishing

Anchored off Biscayne Bay my father’s wooden skiff swings easy.

Ode to Repetition

She’s not the same, her body more naked in its aging, its disorder.

Pe‘ahi Poems

I see the garden far away in itself reflected in the polished spade.

Poem after Carlos Drummond de Andrade

It’s life that is hard: sleeping, eating, loving, and dying are easy.

Raynaud’s Weather

A heart takes precautions, withholds warmth, but it’s mistaken.

Reading His Poetry

She does not know within a decade she will unload a slug into her mouth.

Separation and Other Poems

On the other side of Paris an exhibit depicts their home, which is nowhere.

Shepherd, Shepherd Where Are You?

The people awakened, rose up, raged at tyrants garbed in uniforms.

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens her first rose

Spring Cleaning

I ought to haul out this junk I called winter and lose it somewhere.