Poet Laundry

  ghost crabs scurrying on the beach at night   our umbrella being stolen while we were snorkeling on Tortuga Beach the tide, too, (...

  The severed heads of roosters littered the drive, the yard.   We walked round them unsure of what we’d missed—   some co...

That April of the fall it was already the burning season; petal-damp tulips lined the bent road, curving west. We donned the ...