when morning slinks her way down the carpeted hallway of dawn,

at last climbing horizon’s rail,

            Ace is at last asleep,

            fully dreaming.

it is not Mother that… Read full post »

The thing about beans is,

they's seeds,

you plant ‘em and away they go:

one good recipe,

take a handful and press ‘em in dirt,

add water,

wait for ‘em to grow.

pretty soon, with a little luck, you got some plants.

 … Read full post »

the whole world consumed in a moment,

            red flash of dawn,

                        we are become Death,

eating up the… Read full post »

            the fate now beheld comes sudden,

bitter,

            from the back of Ace’s hand,

sweeping hard through time

            and cracking/… Read full post »

and so Avrum took Sarah, and they went down to Trieste.

the ship clenched them in steel

            across the sea,

around Italy, where Charybdis and Scylla

              &… Read full post »

Recipe for Life

This is a simple recipe, in conception, though of course execution’s really the beast:

It has very few ingredients, and with effort even the humblest of chefs can combine them

into this sublime creation.

Take, first, Fourteen Pounds of Ground… Read full post »

and Sarah laughs,

ironic, scolding even,

just to think of it.

            Herr Doktor raises his eyebrows, great spindly beasts,

looks through panes of glass a meter thick,

and grumbles.

it is springtime in Vienna,

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the evening dragged itself out of shadows,

carrying on its back an inch of newborn snow.

the windowpanes rattle, shrinking from cold,

and the telephone wires sing kaddish for the sun.

turn low the lights, the candle flame’s

enough to make the table glow.

the… Read full post »

there is a rage within him,

unquenched,

unquenchable,

a great flame that would consume the world.

there is plasma unbridled, a sun of carnage,

            hydrogen smelted into helium within his skull

this god of war,

   &nb… Read full post »

the line which in the womb divided the boys

divides them even further now

into warring camps at times,

even as they fought to enter the world they fight to remove each other from it.

June, Junior, older brother, like his father honest… Read full post »

I.

In the blue of the yard the twins boil and scrape,

twisting about beneath the sycamore tree.

his favorite in the red sweater, breath vapor in December air, carries

in his strong right hand

                … Read full post »