If abandoned rage asks, Who should answer for this?/Say, the very blood of our lives eats composure up.

Hey you —All our fevered history won’t instill insight,won’t turn a body conscious,won’t make that look in the eyes say yes, though there is nothingto solve even as each moment is an answer.

Sad is one of those words that has given up its life for our country, it’s been a martyr for the American dream, it’s been neutralized, co-opted by our culture to suggest a tinge of...

(I)n memory, remorse wraps the self.

in this world, in this life, on earth. In this place or position, indicating the presence of,” or in other words, I am here. It also means to hand something to somebody—Here you are. Here,...

In a taxi speeding uptown on the West Side Highway, I let my thoughts drift below the surface of the Hudson until it finally occurs to me that feelings fill the gaps created by the...

There is/no reasoning with need.