His T-shirt says, “I am God”.I think - My lucky day!I’ll run over,shake his hand,ask for an autograph.I might never have this chance again.But, as God…

after a line from Haruki MurakamiOn my morning paper route, I passed it every day,the house with only the sound of a dog barking insideout on the edge of…

When you jump off a bandwagon, it rolls ontoward the cities’ high places,and you’re left without music on an empty road,nothing to guide you. Not even the…

When I see starlight I marvelthe thousands of years it traveledto meet me, before I was evenconceived, and think myselfa sort of time vector—a veryshort…

I didn’t always wander. Once,I had a small home with a garden.A planet dweller lived there,and we had the local equivalentof a dog. It’s hard to saywhat…

My meeting can’t waitso I’ve kissed the top of your head,both cheeksand like the Eskimos do.I’ve fussedwith your sheets,squeezed your good hand,put TV…

From his final trip to ProvidenciaI asked my grandfather to bring backa piece of the island, so he wrappeda conch shell with three towels, deepin his…

Cashel, Ireland, 2,000 B.C. In ancient Ireland, bogs were sacredareas; a cool wetland mirage metersdeep of peat during demoralizingdrought. Greenish-brown…

All thanks to Landers, Fray and Clark,the turn of the century had launchedmany irons, coffee percolators, samovars,Another in that list is their variety…

a terzarima for the New Britain Industrial MuseumHard hittin' New Britain, some of my students intoneto describe their home for a few years or a…