Chile, 1834 …
Albert Goldbarth
There might be a planet. Before that, …
Fire isn’t allowed, for the sake of the books. …
My father’s been dead for thirty years …
The renewal project is doomed: because …
Does she love you? She says yes, but really …
I’m sitting at Nathan’s, reading a biography of Darwin …
“Fancy-schmancy,” my father would have said, …
. . . and then of course the weeping: some demurely, some …
When visiting a distant (and imponderable) shire, …
It's the other ones, who soon enough return …
Yes. So we must reconnect …
Each morning he’d anoint the room’s four corners …
John-O was given a key to the apartment. The deal …
“He was mortared to death.” …
Upstairs, in the bath, my wife …