Category Archives: poetry

My love is on the move today having motored to the station and situated himself in a bus equipped with air conditioning and multiple baglets of salty pretzels, driven by an eminent expert chauffeur who will transport passengers to Boston, … Continue reading →

It rained that day, gray frayed and green While Cat slept on a cushioned chair Wind drove against the window screen I walked the beach, wet face & hair _—————- While Cat slept on a cushioned chair The rain drummed … Continue reading →

fox & wolf & tiger & pants on fire, she can’t recall each blurred section Who stopped the forest? Who plucked her strings on Sixth Avenue? A violinist lives on the sidewalk under plastic household a shopping cart stomping men … Continue reading →

I am good at keeping secrets whispering poems my mother memorized in the orphanage — she stood upon the stage in a stiff starched dress benefactors & buy-me parents in the audience and recited with appropriate dramatic gestures the story … Continue reading →

[Prologue] I am uncomplicated, my instructions written in invisible ink also useful for wrinkles in the dark use a flashlight [Rule one] tell me I am funny and smart and beautiful repeat every half hour set your alarm [Rule two] … Continue reading →

Shalom Aunt Rachel who lives in an apartment building over the Cross Bronx Expressway — on Passover my father puts on a gray flannel suit, mama does taffeta-time with a gentile pleated skirt & Doris Day hair — she says … Continue reading →

Okay, watch this amazing act of duplicity and awe be sure to applaud at the right time stand up and clap and hoot and stomp keep your eyes on me, lovers of despair and disconnect, you native speakers. I am … Continue reading →

I place a heavy urn of responsibility, just kidding its a chow mein takeout carton, onto the seat next to me I’ve got a ticket on an expressionist train rocketing through bucolic countryside my hands clutch the earthly remains of … Continue reading →

it wasn’t really night, 4 a.m more sleepdozing which is like bulldozing but less earthy. I was half awake fumbling poetry in my head pounced on each word like a formaldehyde cat in biology class only to fall into a … Continue reading →

I made a clean sweep today, out with the husband, in with a cat named Izzy who has promised she will never pretend everything is fucking fine when you know something is wrong and you ask and ask in that … Continue reading →