There is a baby chandelier that hangs in my bathroom, rarely turned on. It floats fairy-like over the toilet, its delicate loops out-of-place in this room meant for other things. I had forgotten about...
There’s much to be said and it’s tonight,
That it pulls me away from nothing into
Nameless something, a glimmer’d light
Across my bones as I fold towels in dark.
Your song...
Published: November 4, 2010
Ellis could skate across forever,
sometimes scraping.
Ellis felt it with his hand,
rosied by a spangle of sterling stars,
overflowing with...
Obama-mania is dead. No more “YES WE CAN,” no more bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, no more howling at the moon for our President. Instead, America has reverted to her old self, the self who wrings her hands and eventually throws them up, realizing once again that “hope” is something that never made much sense in the political arena, anyway ...
Published: March 2, 2011
Winter brings out the metaphysician in all of us. It suggests timeless questions as we walk down Ninth Avenue, making sure to avoid gravelly snow banks and the drip-drip of...
Published: March 4, 2010
Maybe what I should have been doing
was flying
bouncing around this old world
spreading colors as fast as my fingers could carry them
powders like curry...
Published February 4, 2010Freedom in the epochs of the sea
once covering cliffs,
Now covering me.
Clear, crisp freedom!
sailing weightless
I’m a seagull here,
swooping.
Refreshed, subdued,...
