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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

To Dennis Johnson   The beachcombers take themselves like serious trains   to Los Angeles Palo Alto Santa Monica’s legs worn down by the sand […]

January 28, 2013

The Lemon Tree Why do I come here, at night, when the shadows are darkest?   The shade of the lemon tree is as black […]

January 28, 2013

My brother played catch with an oak tree, tossing baseballs to the thick palms of branches overhead.   Sometimes we heard him singing, the weight […]

November 28, 2012

It is the dark time. For though the sky is so white that skiers buy $200 designer sunglasses, and the schoolgirl down the street smiles […]

November 28, 2012

I. The pots on my windowsill catch light along their edges   here and there, the fragile spear of a chive jutting up, a frill […]

November 28, 2012

Matchbox by Nikola Champlin My fingers, which should be familiar, belonged to another woman. The splinter melted the plastic, blackened the wood a coin-sized scorch […]

September 20, 2012

The Lifeboat For and After Elizabeth Bishop As you all know, tonight a new volcano has erupted. Although it is a cold evening hot ash […]

September 20, 2012

Props are used in rituals and jokes. Hers was a mango. Each time she peeled us one, she’d say the only messless place to eat […]

January 26, 2012