Category Archives: poetry

Today fog swallowed me, tight wrapped its arms like grandma woolies and snug cocoons tucked me into the top drawer of the bureau of investigation blinded and crumpled, could have been wars fought outside the window for all I knew … Continue reading →

I took a long walk, just me and Izzy the cat. We walked across the country. When she got tired I pulled her in a red wagon like she was a princess, Princess Izzy. We started out in winter in … Continue reading →

I don’t know where I am going listening to the faraway squeal of wheels on the track counterpoint to my moonish dreams, a blurry slur outside my window as the train winnows on the rails rain blanched sunset on one … Continue reading →

Izzy ran out into the rain such a brave cat when she came home her fur was wet and she held a bird in her mouth a pigeon as big as a chicken, all grayed scragged feathers tiny head wrenched … Continue reading →

I am suffering an identity crisis having lost eyesight somewhere in the tangled woods across the street and misplaced my hearing around the corner left macarooned with taste and touch, shuffling among the pomegranates and rose petals and popple leaves, … Continue reading →

Take a big mouthful of sluggish mud river coursing through the forest. Surround us with stumps and heaven tossing trees, un- happy twisty grasses in the soil, tendrils and vines hanging fruity nooses and plaid suspenders. Can you hear the … Continue reading →

I was riding the subway. He was huddled in a coat, all green dulled with winter, brown bastard shoes on his feet. Got spare change, he asked mumbled. I moved away dancing on sea glass, kicked shards at him. Go … Continue reading →

I finally remembered how to make my way through this convoluted maze and as a reward received a morsel of Hamtramck, Michigan a small area swallowed like cheese by Detroit but with its own feng shui composed of Polack-world and … Continue reading →

The important thing to know is that my parakeets were all named Benjamin. I buried each one under a tiny-bird tombstone. Every Saturday I took a taxi to the cemetery, tapped through ornate gates adored with filigree to visit my … Continue reading →

tertian fever at six- teen – raptured by a lover from faraway, a National Geographic country – we glistened in the dark, he spoke like a song – afterward all dream- swept I climbed the stairs to my roof ignored … Continue reading →