Mole, angel—dog of the pit, digging six miles a night, what’s up with you in your sooty s… where’s your kitchen at? I find you at the edge of our pond…

It’s in the heart of the grape where that smile lies. It’s in the good—bye—bow in the ha… where that smile lies. It’s in the clerical collar of the…

Today the circus poster is scabbing off the concrete wall and the children have forgotten if they knew at all. Father, do you remember?

My God, my God, what queer corner… Didn’t I die, blood running down… lungs gagging for air, die there f… of anyone, my sour mouth giving up… Surely my body is done? Surely I…

My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... Each time I give lectures

For the angels who inhabit this to… although their shape constantly ch… each night we leave some cold pota… and a bowl of milk on the windowsi… Usually they inhabit heaven where,

Somebody who should have been born is gone. Just as the earth puckered its mou… each bud puffing out from its knot… I changed my shoes, and then drove…

In his tenth July some instinct taught him to arm the waiting wave… a giant where its mouth hung open. He rode on the lip that buoyed him… and buckled him under. The beach w…

In the thin classroom, where your… was noble and your words were all… I find this boily creature in your… find you disarranged, squatting on… irrefutably placed up there,

‘Do you like me?’ I asked the blue blazer. No answer. Silence bounced out of his books. Silence fell off his tongue