Voodoo Doll

As a token of trust, I gave my lover my voodoo doll.

The Sunlight's Opinion of Christ's Last Evening Meal

The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vinci in poem form.
Cherry

ERIC CANTONA MEETS FRIDA KAHLO

They always put the wheelchairs behind the goals. That’s how Frida and I met. She was sketching me. I was sketching your shirt. I love the wantonness of that upturned collar.

In the Green Room

(for Alison Dunne and Michael Donaghy) She’s washing dinner dishes as I sit at the kitchen table, leafing through her copy of 'Remembering Dances Learned Last Night.'
Cherry

Death Shall Have No Dim Onion

Shopping by woods this snowy eve, I wonder why each word I read gets muddled up, goes quite mad. How did my eyesight get so bad? I look at poems I once held dear

The Downside of Knowing a Poet

Don’t write. Don’t phone. Don’t wait outside my door in the rain. Yes, I adore you. I’d do anything for you, except ever see you again. Your sorrow is so tangible

Pantoum of the Opera

Is this one Wagner's Ring? There's a cycle in it somewhere. We'll know the show is over when the Fat Lady sings. There's a cycle in it somewhere, and the Nibelungen Ring.

A Prayer

Lord you have answered my prayers: Samuel, my child, has been healed by your hands... miracles are the handiwork of your fingers. Few things have I done for you O Lord,

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