Tag: poems

• April 3, 2010

  The Finding of History

    [For Jessie Starkey]     As a child There was no such thing as history Nothing in our town had patina, texture, age Nothing showed evidence of time long ago The lines were straight The streets were new The houses breathed fresh air only And their bricks were made recently All this was obvious…
• June 16, 2009

  Death Notices

  [First published in “Love and Fear: A Poetry Anthology,” 2003.] she died even the ambulance was ambivalent   a baby died lying still on its back they thought about their income tax   1000 died spiraling down in a plane his world remained exactly the same   a fly dies legs kicking in the air…