All Emma, In Everything

Emma brush soccer

I am standing with my niece in front of my father’s bureau, and I show her the gold-plated watch with the “Hamilton” typed out across its face.  My father loved pocket watches and there are a couple of… Read More

Two Poems on Snow

Aerial view of DC

  Snow I wake, and think so this is how it comes, no thunder, wind, or windstorm’s violence to rend our lower nature, only a presence. Outlines are familiar: light was present yesterday. Without event the miracle is… Read More

Neutral Tones

U.S. Capitol building

I stand by the bed.  The fingers of your hand are loose and warm, and though your eyes are closed your head is toward me.  Are you sleeping, in the country you have got to?  On pathways of… Read More

“Everything Believable Between”

I wake up in the same bed I slept in as a boy, in a house Sylvia Plath once likened to a walnut.  If I went back in time to the days I shared the room with my… Read More

“There were days like this, that passed without an image”

Aerial view of DC

  Every summer for the past 25 years, my wife and I have gone up to Cape Cod to spend a week with my family.  The family used to cram itself into a three or four bedroom house… Read More