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Pe‘ahi Poems

I see the garden far away in itself reflected in the polished spade.

Reaction

I wound through the Gothic castle buildings in the university.

Riot

John-Michael kept his mouth open until saliva had pooled behind his teeth.

School’s Out

Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.

Selfie at Delphi

It’s silly, I know, half-expecting to see Apollo playing lyre to a muse.

Shy

All my life, I’d been shy, and I wasn’t about to change that.

Six Poems

What did St. Teresa have in mind when she prayed to be released?

Smoke Days

Teddy, the new sous chef, is on fire again. It’s the second time in a week. I make a silent promise to myself never to have sex on a beach, not even with Ryan Gosling.

Smoke Jumpers

He probably had an order. Ludes, Dexis, Black Birds—who knew.

Someday the Desert will Sing

Through all this the sands kept vigil, harboring blood and bones.

Stone Boat

The boy imagined his dead grandfather haunting the world.

Stretch Out Your Hand

My sister’s fever wasn’t gone at all, but dazzling—suspended over us.

Summer Afternoon, He Said

Trysting lovers kissed while breezes fidgeted the leaves.

Summer at North Farm

Fires, always fires after midnight, the sun depending in the purple birches.

Summer Song

Wanderer moon smiling a faintly ironical smile at this summer morning—

Summer, 1995

Three rooms, sight unseen, rented from a nurse and her husband.

Summer, Rhode Island and Other Poems

My body. Stop the air. Travel by stopping, full stop, just there.

Tea and Sleep

I ask that now I be allowed to see the one my vision has been denied.

The Aspern Papers

“I am not in the least fond of Venice. I should like to go far away!”

The Captain’s Roses

In that instant, Niel lost one of the most beautiful things in his life.

The Children and Other Poems

Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.

The Lost Screenplay

Our camera pans along the porch, and we see each praying woman.

The Night Before

I hadn’t even tried. I was one of the few kids D.A.R.E. had worked on.

The Only Time We Think of It Is When It’s No Longer There

No fountains to quench the thirst between rounds of tag.

The Palace of Illusions

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

The Woman Who Turned Down a Date with a Cherry Farmer

I was dusty, my ponytail all askew and the tips of my fingers ran red.

Things That Don’t Keep a Lightning Bug Alive

Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.

This Summer

Hear the voice of life telling you something from the inside out.

Three Poems

Condemned to an easy life balanced on the suffering in another land.

Three Poems