Morphine Pony

I press the button, and a scaffold of screws and pins uncouples from my shattered pelvis,
and leaks away like steam.

And when I wake, the sun has rearranged its buttery geometries on the walls and carpet,
on the little …

Failing Science

One thing any scientist understands is failure.
Many research projects fail to produce results
and nature’s own products often suck
—look at a duck: you think it’s going to
survive natural selection? A quack in New Jersey
and bam: mutation, extinction …

The Pedestrians

The Pedestrians

The Pedestrians, by Rachel Zucker. Wave Books, 2014. $18, 143 pages.

“How can any mother write an epic?” asks Rachel Zucker in her most recent poetry collection, The Pedestrians. Filled with fables, dreams, and ruminations, the book quivers with the …

The Last Eunuch

The Last Eunuch

In the afternoon three things happened to bother me. In order:

1)  I read a Times article about the last eunuch of the Chinese emperors dying alone in a Beijing temple. Most eunuchs had saved their “three precious” in jars …

Bar Carol

There are worse deaths than singing,
worse singings than death’s.
Gently over black ever

Shifting water the wooden craft
moves out. The newspaper
soaked in itself, sinks.

And the city, there, the circles floating
on the sea articulating growth we…

Spider Lilies

Spider Lilies

It happens in our sleep; we wake one otherwise normal morning to find the Garden District lawns overrun with towering green stalks and weird red blooms, delicate and menacing. When the owner of Holiday Heaven on Government Street committed suicide …