Gadi.

A metal fence once rolled against the side of my backyard like a Berlin Wall on the other side was my neighbor’s yard my crust shone palid, his henna my ...

In ecru tanks they travel through the lands of roaring flax in arsenic search of machines that pump through crust hungrily. The thunder echoes: there is no rush of rain; ...

[s]Bearskin wrapping belly caveman rises from fire dunking a stick into and taking it away from he stands erect like metal black beard blossoms cheek and arches it all the ...

I have always been Afraid of the dark, Of all the little creatures that Can grab you while you’re in bed, Of the eight tiny spiders you swallow in your ...

San Francisco mist in morning over the trees in Golden Gate park carries over in mourning to light the Pacific’s dark. The pyramid sways in sunshine gray afternoons in Chinatown ...

How long till the morning stars above Central Park glimmer in snow over the couples that want a dull evening in the bushes? And how much money until the caviar ...

NEW: 1. Cement sidewalks Crisscross my pavement And iron buildings dig their feet Deep into my earth. 2. Men come and leave their loves by my gates; slowly, my sidewalks ...

My darling! and if you need me, I’ll be away, darling, away: it means far from here, darling, far, far & gone, leaving this awful muddle and I won’t miss ...

On the steps to school a senior whimpered in my ear: “Homer was rejected! second year in a row!” And something hazy climbed back to the crypts of my mind: ...

It is a vacant page in the beginning: a kernel of my pen yet to be born into a bitter and bare being. But then, the valley turns to a ...

365 I’ve been waiting since 3:65 yesteryear to see you in my room, chewing on an old cigarette and smiling. I’ve been doing nothing, really, sitting around the old couch ...

the mud was trickling in between your toes, as you blushed behind apollo’s sun. i heard you shriek and then a wet tapping on the soil, then the separation of ...

Cold and broken, the naked girl quivers like a bent stem in the wind and her hands are curved like a cup She dies in between sobs. You want to ...

[pre]Feeling Ash her stomach fell and all was an ash baby, scarlet pink, a waffle in the nurse’s hands. I was sleeping in our old home when I heard the ...

May May. She can play piano like an angel, like Calliope in her song. I watch my daughter’s fingers glide across the piano, trying to imitate May in erratic vain ...

1 The night we returned home, burning ashes floated in air like fireflies. We heard the sirens ring through the night; school was out, and we could just make out ...

The Exodus They eat the darkness, spread it with jelly from Auschwitz, from Treblinka, the lemon curd and marzipan that slumped in the faults of bodies. The photographs are fragile, ...

Soup Kitchen He says his ma has six kids, as if he usually tells that to people who don’t even ask. Sometimes, the potato slime doesn’t seem as coarse, less ...

I will close the door, and soon I will be left all alone again, me and the photographs, the cold expressionless walls that speak only in silence. To their liberators, ...

In the Shadows of Trees We walk in the darkness of Balboa Park after the Glass Menagerie. A flock of geese showers in the succulence of grass, squawks and then ...

catch 22 1 i’ve been wondering how to start this poem for a while now. i knew a capital i would be too vague. or may be too specific. my ...

all these little things its so funny how all the little things don’t count in the end. i came upon this revelation on a summer’s day of packing. with sunburned, ...

The Last Word There it is—a faux pas in society, lying feeble on this very page, a cube, a puzzle piece, a block— something like a sizzling fluorescent light in ...

August 22 I’m trying to conquer my new life but the only way I can do it is through this. Through sitting on a warm morning and looking out the ...

We’re thinking about you We’re watching The Jazz Singer on a Sunday morning, the rain snuffing out any energy in us, the little raindrops thrashing against the windowpane. We’re thinking ...