Post-it Therapy I am the Post-it note on the subway walls. Canal Street: my body not yours, Fathers – apologize to your daughters, stay together, don't give up, Light and love to all. Read me, write on me. I am... Continue Reading →
silence mother was swallowed by sharks – she had bent down to pick up seashells for me, on the river shore: first her hair, then her eyes, then her mouth. now all mother’s words are being carried on water, while... Continue Reading →
Autumn Interlude Trees don their orange vests. Mercury drops. Crescendo, cymbal crash: children walk home from school through mud puddles. We fall, under the influence of gravity. The year’s routine cracks. The wind across a girl’s cheeks: an ocean’s starry... Continue Reading →
Mira Gut there are no flowers here but snow. the bay not yet free chunked with ice the white of which exists only against a distant liquid sea. at least the sun visits, comforting, illusion though it is, visions of... Continue Reading →
Climate Control Respect the wind drawing machines, give them enough slack to reinvent the wheel (there’s a lot you can still do with a piece of string and a small sail). Embrace patience which is the opposite of waiting. Be... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 