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 those spells. You’ve missed […]


The mystery, the public mystery, of the clan Closeted in a dusty morning room, its shrouds New lifted, drinking coffee in the shimmy Of sunlight through blinds and pushing clouds Shows each face in shining pallor, jowls Full and clear-etched, think of Grandpa nestled Midst the tinsel They have brought him down to share the […]