Bad Girl Love you always liked slicked, slender arms around you and torn jeans from the old movies, which you’ve stashed beneath the mattress, along with empty cigarette packets and mutilated pulp magazines. the men you loved took your childhood... Continue Reading →
Marchmont Street Marchmont Street, You are my vegan Bohemia, Drenched in white sunlight, My yellow San Francisco sweater, Scented tree lined pavement, From dusty secondhand bookshops, To health food labyrinths, Quaint coffee shop aromas, Mediterranean lunch houses, Fresh bread and... Continue Reading →
Shades of Gray Between the light and dark lie many shades of gray, easily misunderstood by those not interested in searching the sky for shapes. With curiosity comes an acceptance of the continuum from silver ash to smokey midnight. Shades... Continue Reading →
Past Tense i. lost space we fall in love when we both decide that we don't like airport bookstores: too sterile, too polished, too alienating for those who treasure the tales in the spaces between the black curlicues. we wander... Continue Reading →
Dreams of the Ecliptic To change a girl into a kite, +++ tell her that love is the moon. To teach a tree to sing, +++ put a harp under its branches. To change a bowl of dust into a... Continue Reading →
I Can Ask For No Answer Upon arrival and when leaving, I can ask for no answer, if I relax, who will pay for dish soap? I am trying to wake up. What is soft enough? If I could be... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 