Yale Daily News

The birth of light is like this: A horizontal slice in the face of the black tunnel of the hallway that leads to the room […]

November 7, 2013

It’s a new day and I’m not leggy and unwilling. I’ve posted up next to some vertical surface. My face mysterious if cheerless. My butt […]

September 8, 2013

He ate honeyed flies and drank Tang before it was popular and Cezanne discovered the Poplar tree   He ran in the snow without shoes. […]

September 8, 2013

The first words of this poem are the and first, and then—words, and that is all there is.   A palm reflecting sunlight toward the […]

September 8, 2013

He dropped, stiff   in front of a new acquisition of contemporary decoupage.   The piece was mediocre.   She was wearing a shoelace tight […]

April 7, 2013

In the early evening, the light touching only the tops of the buildings, I lie in the shadows and watch   three crows flickering on […]

April 7, 2013

Organ grumble, coffee breath, altar flecked pale blue and gold (it is morning) and once the sermon’s over: This is my body, broken… Metaphors, metaphors. […]

April 7, 2013

he told me to put on my work clothes so i took his black and red checked flannel that hung in the garage, pulled it […]

February 17, 2013

I love them because I am good at them.   I thought of no rooms. In every stage of building, as I laid down lines […]

February 10, 2013

Within seven minutes of stepping in the door of adjunct professor of mathematics Michael Frame’s house, I’ve met just as many cats. They differ in […]

February 10, 2013

Jeans on the chair, phone unplugged, my little house to keep.   Coming home from that place he likes, he says, To the left a […]

January 28, 2013