Views from the Rooftop The pigeons don't like visitors - unless you have bread crumbs - I toss a few their way and they snap them up hungrily, allowing me to pass and make my way to the ledge. I... Continue Reading →
I Want to Be Married at Home Plate My bride in a frilly white dress spilling over the white rectangle marking the left hand batter's box She twists her spikes into sugary dirt digging in at the back of the... Continue Reading →
god is in session wailing, screaming sirens tear the night apart screeching burnt rubber scar the asphalt as you deeply inhale and sigh carbon, rubber and sweat attack your senses hands on the spinning steering wheel thinking, planning, expecting the... Continue Reading →
Tethered The grand-babies appeared among us, delivered on the doorstep, wrinkled like little rutabagas. They were new, untouched, plucked fresh from the garden, or wherever they come from, babies. No one knows. They showed up just as I was thinking... Continue Reading →
Another Morning The past lies in her hand like a dead bird, feathers spread, feet covered in dust. It frightens her, but still she holds it. Into the sadly turned nape, she reads her own failings, in the steely blue-black... Continue Reading →
In Travel how certain objects become like organs of the body— wallet, zipper-folio with passport, visa, money, cell phone (ears and mouth— though different in that one need not constantly monitor the heart to beat or the lungs to breathe—... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 