Naive Morning I dreamed I solved the labyrinth of her fingerprints, of kissing the blue-veined hollows of her wrists with…
Jack Pine Squally Weather, Georgian Bay --F.H. Varley, 1920 They call me the…
Sleepless Driving through the Karoo in the bright heat of a summer afternoon, torpid with sweat, wind flapping damp towels…
Mind of Missing Parts These second hands inside our mind tell more than time. Each hour whispers our demise, each…
Limes by the dozen It’s the Republican National Convention from Monday to Friday and I came into consciousness eating tart…
An Anxious Time I'm on the bottom branch, trying to get down / the ancient walnut tree is giant, and…
the 5:39 out of Ronkonkoma the sundown of silvergulls ushers in our 5:39. Tracks zip and zoom connecting commuters with…
Foot Massage My parents never danced in the kitchen— no flamboyant dip in a red silk dress, no rakish tilted…