(after Stevens) I saw a toilet on Prytania Street And green it was, near the gutter. It made the cozy shotgun houses Surround that gutter. The houses shrank from it, their shuttered secrets now exposed. The toilet, green in that … Continue reading
. . . poetical forms a | b | c | d | e | f | h-i | k-l | m-o | p | r | s-z | dialogue (die’ – uh – log) from the Greek for conversation … Continue reading
for Helen Hill, filmmaker, activist, wife, mother, friend murdered in her New Orleans home January 4, 2007 A bullet’s callous fury found my friend and I admit my shame: I love this city, murder capital of the United States, as … Continue reading
In Heav’n you’ll learn to sing ere here to speak Richard Crashaw, “To the Infant Martyrs” Like Adam in the Garden, you fix life with names. Each time, I give the word, you point, the cat is kitty. Eagerly, you … Continue reading