Poems
Pantoum in a time of crisis
I lived, then, / mostly by night. / But waiting for the day, / I slept through its light.
Spring in the Connecticut River Valley
The weather was warmer / all of a sudden. / The air wet, / like one of those indoor reptile exhibits at the zoo
Concrete Dreams
Indents of water make of the ceiling a canvas. / Slowly, inexorably, the damp settles.