I don’t know too much About this new slow season of women But I’m afraid I’m going to learn Before I get a chance to catch my breath The questions that roll over me like the ocean rolling over an invisible whale are likely to drown me before I get a chance to swim awayContinue reading “Season of Women”
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Caught by surprise
I have known a lot of people and It would be easy to say that some were good and some were bad but nobody was either. The worst had good and the best had bad, had and have and will have again, over and over and over I have known a lot of passions andContinue reading “Caught by surprise”
Tripping
A funny thing or two happened on my way home from a reading last week. After spending the evening with two of my favorite people in the world, having dinner and listening to poetry and music at the Bowery Poetry Club, I got on the train to go home and looked at my phone. AnContinue reading “Tripping”
A Reading
Last Sunday I fell on my face. Not figuratively, which would have been worse, but literally. I was taking the stage at Bowery Poetry when I tripped on the stairs and fell down, my glasses skittering off into the shadows. That might explain the slightly stricken look on my face. Here is the poem IContinue reading “A Reading”
When you’re gone
Your flashing eyes and squeaky laugh have left their impression on my heart Not terribly deep and perfectly impermanent Still I know I’ll miss them when you’re gone
