February 24, 2017 admin No comments exist

My daughter begged for cotton candy so I listed the various ills and getting it stuck in your hair but she would have none of it because all of my friends… You must be out of your cotton- picking mind I said as I passed a black woman holding a child by the hand who held…

February 24, 2017 admin No comments exist

Der emes iz a kricher. The truth is a slowpoke. – Yiddish saying The truth when not drunk (availing a legitimate excuse) is a tardy bastard. He saunters out the door in the morning pulling himself together as he slopes to touch strangers in passing; shambling by unnoticed at the station as they pause to…

February 24, 2017 admin No comments exist

(for Louis and Steve) Now that offices are verboten the woman who sits with her back to the break room browses panties and boots but quickly clicks away when the two men alight to smile and stroke. Beside her the executive holds endless phone meetings tossing acronyms like grenades shattering the sixty foot space with…

January 27, 2017 admin No comments exist

You can eat Shakshuka at breakfast for its eggs or lunch for tomato stew and dinner for all of it and nobody will care. Nobody will tell you you’re silly for eating that at dinner or so early because it can be eaten any damn time of the day. So eat your Shakshuka and don’t…

January 21, 2017 admin No comments exist

In the waiting room the man nearly whizzed in his pants waiting for “x months” to live. The doctor arrived to nod clear his throat and pull a screeching chair to a halt. You have the most peculiar disorder ever found. In fact incidents are most rare. You are in amazingly good health and we…

January 13, 2017 admin No comments exist

Her eyes are shades for the blue in her mind (of a light crystal hue) shaping, sharpening. Not the blue you find in a pool disinfected or blue overwhelmed by an ocean’s depths. Her mind swims in blue that clarifies, enhances and never just reduces. It is a blue undiluted. #### Poet’s Notes: Written recently,…

January 6, 2017 admin No comments exist

It is madness if you think of it to sit and let in swirling tidal waters held suspended by some invisible wall and loosened so the whole discarded mess old sneakers and needles and building materials and love and suicide notes rushes in so that if you’re lucky or both fortunate and blessed to end…

December 23, 2016 admin No comments exist

It recalls backs and buttocks and its lines mark generations settling into an open palm or closed fist or even a pistol fired by one who never felt it. The scars of the whip begin in the flesh but seep into sleep into nightmares that can sprout legs to stalk the day-lit streets because the…

December 9, 2016 admin No comments exist

City Apprenticeship (1/21/2017) (for Nancy) While you were out I crushed a cockroach spinning in the sink. Complained with a neighbor about the broken stairs when the landlord waltzed in. Gave him a piece of my mind until he swore he’d fix it (‘course we know he won’t). Schlepped the trash out even though the…

December 3, 2016 admin No comments exist

My mind is always cloudy sometimes slightly so, other times it rains and rains. On occasion, I awake to the clearest image of a starburst sun. When I see this is a dream, clouds take their places within, actors on a shifting stage. Reminding me that madness is the total absence of rain.