Monthly Archives: August 2012

Aphrodisia 1

Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered,
sibilant similes and promises sotto voce.

Night Workers 0

All you who are awake in the dark of the night,
all you companions of the one lit window
in the knuckled-down row of sleeping houses

Bread 0

“It seems to be the five stages
of yeast, not grief,
you like to write about,”