To pull the metal splinter from my palm  my father recited a story in a low voice.  I watched his lovely face and not the blade.

The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute

Embrace by Billy Collins You know the parlor trick. Wrap your arms around your own body and from the back it looks like someone is embracing you, her…

We are bored in the city, there is no longer any temple of the sun! How many times have you walked at evening, Taxi Street to Rue No Fun, Past the post office steps where lovers sprawled like sensual corpses intend us

A Way of Life by Marjorie Welish* The vintner says, "There is no prohibition against putting off a tourist needlessly." As a tourist aches, as a tourist experiences the…