Mr. Prosecutor (poem)

  Mr. Prosecutor   The witness/killer weeps He is surprised…bushwhacked by a tactic “Mother doesn’t care.” Mother, he tells the doctor, is just outside in her rose garden. Often since Papa died I find her staring at the fountain. He calls to her from the patio, apologizes, she has gone upstairs. “She’s having one of […]

The Immortal Lake (part two)

  The Immortal Lake (part two)   Gleam of omen on the flat tar lake at sunset An ice-white sunset without a cloud That throws the shore’s reflections black And cold, the sparking furnace of earth’s end Rippled by the same thin wind Juxtaposed and never joined, the craft Emerges from the brown stream’s bend […]