selected past writing at 42opus
Mine, as whom washed from spot of childbed taint
Purification in the Old Law did save,
And such as yet once more I trust to have
Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint,
Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Stayed two nights in Yuma
with Paul and Marie. A good rest.
500 miles today.
14 April 2006 | poetry
Detective, we think you're afraid of spiders. You'd be surprised
to know what things are in your shed. We think you should feed us.
No one will ever know. Preserves, beets—anything you don't want.
We'll put the crumbs in our pockets. We'll drink lime soda.
5 May 2008 | poetry
I don't know how he does it, even how he
walks or holds a pool cue, as angry as he is.
Mine's like his scar,
but the footprint is the shape of a horse-hoof stamped into my back and chest,
28 April 2009 | poetry
Now when the foreign judge had been by the minister questioned
As to his people's distress, and how long their exile had lasted,
Thus made answer the man: "Of no recent date are our sorrows;
Since of the gathering bitter of years our people have drunken…