May 15, 20202 minMusings of an Insomniac MindThose limpid words, like pebbles I lift out with the dragnet of this languid afternoon. I will make something out of them
May 10, 202011 minThe Purgatory Water Underneath'I can't imagine what you're going through' is like saying : 'I can't imagine what your imagination must be doing to you'
May 1, 20202 minWhat Crow is NotNot rain over a lisping blue body Nor fount, strummed from girded limestone Neither the music of elves from the ears of gorges
Apr 25, 20202 minSleepless on Sixth AvenueI wake up to the chirping of birds now. The streets are empty; I don’t hear the usual fights on 14th Street
Apr 22, 20203 minHermitageBut one morning, he became aware of a change that had been taking place in the air around him.
Apr 17, 20203 minDown the Rabbit HoleThe past few weeks have led me to believe that we’ve fallen down a rabbit hole of our own. Time certainly doesn’t make sense here
Apr 12, 20208 minWingsI don’t even know the birds. Them I’ll come to know, it’s what I do. I’m a birder. I get the accent, the syntax. I enjoy their world.
Apr 4, 20202 mincorajeYou sing at the burning angle of an aria that storms the stained glass of church windows to a pool of kaleidoscopic dust.