The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

Wrong Number At midnight, in an empty, hushed art gallery a tactless telephone spews forth a stream of rings; a human sleeping now...

(Death’s Dictionary) A shack made of ribs. A house made of out. A car made of rust. A smile made of doubt. A house made of...

O' Noblesse O' {on the occasion of Martin Puryear’s Noblesse O’ (red cedar and aluminum paint) at the Dallas Museum of Art}...

Swallows Every year the swallows come And put their homestead in repair, And raise another brood, and skim And boomerang through...

The Pedestrian When the pickup truck, with its side mirror, almost took out my arm, the driver’s grin reflected back; it was jus...

The Last Quatrain of the Ballad of Emmett Till     (after the murder,      after the burial) Emmett's mother is a pretty-fac...

Political Poem (for Basil) Luxury, then, is a way of being ignorant, comfortably An approach to the open market of least inf...