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Latter-day Myths About Counseling and Psychotherapy

John[1] was deeply depressed and believed there was no chance that he would get better. He felt worthless, unworthy, and vile and was certain that the world would be better off without him. Occasionally the…

The Pulpit

It is a last bastion, 
The pulpit. Prominent 
Among muscular box shapes; 
Fenced off and jutting skyward 

Yellow Hair

I have got a blond, it’s true. 
The others comment, 
laugh behind their hands: 
where did that one come from? 

Sestina for the Coming Fall

In fall, I try to understand the dying 
of so many innocent leaves. The changes 
happen imperceptibly, till the once-verdant is carmine 
or golden, but such pulsing color is only 
prelude to their silent fall to the dark flesh 
of life that decayed before them. A nectarine 

One on the Aisle

Paula had the aisle seat. Her younger brother Tony was in the middle, next to Sugar, and the two of them pressed against the window and each other and pointed at cloud formations. Down below…

Saint Theresa and the Lepress

Few teeth remain in her mouth, 
And the mouth exhales rottenness. 
I turn my back, my nose. 
Still she presses in. 

Jesus the Peasant

Scattered across the countryside one may observe certain wild animals , male and female, dark, livid and burnt by the sun, attached to the earth which they dig and turn over with invincible stubbornness. However,…

What El Salvador Meant to a Three-year-old

an iguana in our empty pool 
            his eyes jumping wild 

a metal fence around the yard 
            where naked boys waited outside for food