Poems

I saw Mick Jagger once with his girlfriend at a café two tables away from where my mother and I were eating lunch. “Mick Jagger!” I blurted under my breath, as if I’d just arrived from the sea floor. My mother was eating a wedge of cantaloupe in her manner— first, the silver knife under…

It was my father’s father who at last came to dinner from far away, gulped a whiskey, grinned, and said When I have a whiskey,  I feel like I’m a new man & then the new man wants one, too my father pouring another & the new, new man also wanting a whiskey who tucked…

I remember one winter evening walking uptown together after I’d dined on a big plate of pork enchiladas, and I farted, and you said, “I know.”   In Painted Bride Quarterly, Issue 91, Humor, Print Annual 7

— Let us imagine a raven flying through the air Albert Einstein, Relativity: The Special and General Theory   Einstein stands at the sink, Trims his moustache, imagining The mirror is a window in a traincar. He snips the tip of a moustache hair And watches it drop like a stone From the window of…