SUNDAY You are the start of the week or the end of it, and according to The Beatles you creep in like a nun. You’re the second full day the... Read More
JACKIE ROBINSON the uniform and ball are white but Jackie is New Jersey Harlem  separate drinking fountains empty seats at the back of a southern bus my world is on... Read More
For five days in late June, I trekked to the White Mountains of New Hampshire to attend The Frost Place’s Seminar on Teaching and Poetry, thanks to the generous scholarship... Read More
This poem and many others were triggered by the exhibition “Eva Hesse Sculpture,” May 12-September 17, 2006, The Jewish Museum, New York. “Ringaround Arosie” “Ishtar,” “Hang-Up,” “Chain Polymers” “Ink Wash... Read More
From Camden come, rise from the dustfly to Zuccotti Park with your shaggy beardand your old school hat come see what’s happenedto your home and your beloved democracy.Let’s grab a... Read More
Hardwoods​On the east sideOf the clearingAt the ox-bowOn the SandyThere’s a fir treeGrowing up fromWhat remains ofAn old maple(The evergreenDeeply rootedIn the flesh ofThat toppled thing).Take this on faith,You’d bleed... Read More
Among the women in tank tops, backs arched, slow pacing,Among the young men riding small wobbling bikes against traffic,Among the rows of row homes, standing like beggars waiting for money,Waiting... Read More
I imagine you on a May morningbreezing into his study, breathlessfrom your sprint across the fields.The great man of letters—your father’s friend,your friend—neither sighs nor hesitatesas he sets his quill... Read More