Suppose there was an app that let you know

Before you ordered at Ye Old Clam Shack

The scallops with their flesh as white as snow,

The blushing salmon or the wild-caught hake,

The bass just lifted from a nearby lake,

If they’d been harvested sustainably . . .

Published in LITERARY MATTERS

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On the Coming Extinctions

The phone was ringing and to make it stop

He answered it. Not what you might expect:

“It wasn’t nobody,” announced the cop.

Friends of his said that Kees seemed full of hope

Two days before: did none of them suspect?

The phone kept ringing and it wouldn’t stop . . .

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Mr. Kees Goes to a Party

The Afterlife of Mr. Kees

Published in THINK Journal

We lived in an apartment on the ridge

Running along Manhattan’s northwest side,

On a street between the Cloisters and the Bridge . . .

Published in The Hudson Review, reprinted by permission in the Syracuse Post-Standard on Sept 11, 2011.

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After 9/11

Unyielding surface of preconscious mind

And childhood presence, present ever since,

Your monolithic slab still represents

Whatever I can never get behind.

Unyielding? Yes, but never unforgiving!—

Go back a bit: for thirty years and more,

I found you waiting for me by the door

Of all the rooms in which I’ve earned my living . . .

Published in Southwest Review

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To the Blackboard

Victorian mothers instructed their daughters, ahem,

That whenever their husbands were getting it off on them,

The only thing for it was just to lie perfectly flat

And try to imagine themselves out buying a new hat . . .

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Victoria’s Secret

In the Palace of the President this morning,

The General is gripped by the suspicion

That those who were disappeared will be returning

In a subversive act of resurrection . . .

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Easter Sunday 1985

Published in Boulevard

Tired of earth, they dwindled on their hill,

Watching and waiting in the moonlight until

The aspens' leaves quite suddenly grew still,

No longer quaking as the disc descended,

That glowing wheel of lights whose coming ended

All waiting and watching. When it landed . . .

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Taken Up