Sunday, February 27, 2011


gentle as a butterfly
fluttering in the night...
spring chill

Saturday, February 26, 2011


spring solitude
I turn off the TV
to watch the rain 

Wednesday, February 23, 2011


another gasoline hike
winter storm  

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Blue Herons

Blue Herons

I stopped asking about the mouse
in my apartment.  It is dead; I buried

it in the back of the house, but first
I set it on fire. Never again will it haunt me

in my own space, or steal my words
or walk among the images in my poems.   

Today my unwritten lines will speak
about a thousand and one blue herons

darkening the magnolias with their parasols. 

Monday, February 21, 2011


she carries 
an empty water jug . . . 
Haitian dawn 


morning chill
your breath gleams
among the tulips

Sunday, February 20, 2011



Estas sin amor 
pero eres tan puro
como el agua hervida,
una palma y un lirio 
en el trabajo de hilo
de un tapiz.  Eres camino
que me enamora con semidioses
y monstruos esculpidos.
Despierto envuelto en gaza,
suave como un bebe,
listo para mi primer carnicería. 



He is loveless,
but pure as boiled water:
a lily in the
windless threadwork
of a tapestry,

a road wooing me
with sculpted demigods
and monsters
I can’t seem to resist.

I wake swaddled in gauze,
smooth as a baby
ready for my first kill.

Saturday, February 19, 2011


the butterfly
on the bonsai cherry -  
patch of snow

Wednesday, February 16, 2011


in the old photo
she's wearing my galoshes –
winter shower 

Tuesday, February 15, 2011


thistle and silk -
unaware my brush
has run out of paint

American Sentence

yellow butterfly sits on the cherry blossom bonsai patch of snow

Monday, February 14, 2011


red kimono  
spread over my bed 
the silky wings of a crane 

Sunday, February 13, 2011



Yo fui imbécil del árbol del rencor
trastocando mis noches con inútiles cuerpos.  
Fui jazmín y calle llena de apuestas,
dolor inmaduro de la huida y sombra
que vestída de flor cubria tu rostro. 
Yo fui el tiempo doblegado.  Esa angustia
todavía me persigue.  

Wednesday, February 02, 2011


swan plunges
headlong into pond
winter millrun

winter millrun 
a swan's headlong plunge 
into the pond 

Tuesday, February 01, 2011


regálame una tarta de limón

y queso-- rompe los ecos
de la ausencia con el viento
de tu figura y tómame
con los lirios estallando
sobre mi piel cósmica 

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