Scattered Applause

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The Misericord

The weaker ones long ago Gave mercy something soft to grip.

Before the Fall

You use the kind of ink that never dries.

Hurting Home

This was before limes and lemons

Letters from a Pond in Lithuania

Into the pond I toss them: a handful of torn up bits of paper marked with ink. It is a gesture like scattering seed. The first utterance, The last...

Just Add Egg

As prescribed by Ernest Dichter in 1952: Just add egg To the ready-made cake mix. No fuss. Do it yourself. A contemporary twist? Select free range,...


Over fifty years I reach for you from The high end of a piano keyboard. I Walk my fingers Towards you in a minor key. I pause a little on ebony and...