Monthly Archives: April 2022

Remember when we had that catscratch fight & you slammed the door flourished with venom scuttled down the dark & never came back all night & next morning I went stark mad looking for you, drove into town with the … Continue reading →

I say to my son who is a grown man time to go home back to a sensible cat back to a house dense with personal back to molecular basic. We must give up this city give up tomato bread … Continue reading →

no grumble or despair just paint graffiti in Barcelona wash every wall in black & white & brilliant flare with speed & sheer don’t glare & stumble stay skipping step on step take heart in Barcelona where artists brush a … Continue reading →

Easter me I order but he hears east of me–stares at his compass then at me subsequent my shadow like I’m a sundial I stamp my foot Easter me now I clap thunder sounds far away I point to rabbits … Continue reading →

some sleepless several hours pretending to admire laughter and shouts which splash up from the tapas cafes in the plaza below I spy through wisteria people on spindly chairs at small round tables strewn under the slurred moon, umbrellas folded … Continue reading →

I read a poem today which possessed intent to inspire & uplift too bad I can’t forget genocide & war & famine fraught slaughter by careless armies seeded by greed & nasty vengeance of poor & toothless fellows uplift I … Continue reading →

eat paella with black cuttlefish ink & carpaccio–sleep the afternoon stay up past midnight–grow pomegranate flowers & thyme in my garden, speak Catalan–when the children come to visit they envy the sunshine wish they could join us so I say … Continue reading →

in Spain I eat holy midnight supper sleep morning away even though at home I crowed heathenish before dawn & tucked in at nine, I mean who knew my rise & shine would dissolve in foreign lands–even when it’s chill … Continue reading →

talk about sore feet try walking all over Barcelona–start at the good part then meander narrow alleys down to the Baleatric Sea across the Ramblas duck park last running next to my son whose long strides make better time we … Continue reading →

caught by nervy busy needle thoughts squirming–let’s stitch brain substance sitting in a circle I sew marshmallow to chockablock chockablock to nylon sundries don’t mess me up I chat don’t fuck with me I say convivial this is my street … Continue reading →