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An Accident

From the May 2020 Print Edition

The road flares burning where the truck swerved off     Just before midnight show the streaks in gravelAnd banged-up tailgate slanted in its trough.     Those passing—weary, wondering—slow their travelOn sight of massed police and long enough    . . . . Continue Reading »

Waking in Dresden

From the November 2019 Print Edition

After Richard Peter’s photograph of “Gute” Her shoulders slumped beneath their heavy cloak,Large hands outspread despite a shattered thumb,The lady Goodness stares out on the smokeAnd ruin below, and stands, as always, dumb.More planes already drone on the horizon,Their bellies pregnant with . . . . Continue Reading »


From the May 2019 Print Edition

October 20, 2007 Dear Lynn, I haven’t met you yet, and yet,  Because of your groom’s frank and free oblations  In sonnet sequences or while we drink,In permanent print or on the internet,  I write to share my cheerful approbations  For what I cannot know but may still . . . . Continue Reading »

To an Unborn Child

From the December 2018 Print Edition

Storm clouds move in and darken all the house,    The morning paper on the kitchen table dim,Where I’ve been reading some reporter’s grouse    At things already bad, now growing grim.    Most of the prodigies agree with him. I rise to light a lamp, and hear the . . . . Continue Reading »