Eleven months (a poem)

Something I have been thinking about for a while. 1 Profuse apologies and profound regrets it was not so long ago that seeing sunlight again felt like an impossible ambition buried under strata so deep they may never have names Without change in my pocket an afternoon stop for coffee and maybe a piece of [...]

NE 185th St. (a poem)

Sun! Warm! Tanning bed soaks up sun on the sidewalk Car trunk bumper sticker tells me the answer to a question it does not specify and which I have not asked Preschool playground is empty school hasn’t let out for the day I should probably file my taxes get that out of the way but [...]

Vintage 1963 (a poem)

Another weird day—I’ll leave it at that… Too tight here too loose here Fraying threads uneven edges More wrinkling every day Fabric tearing no longer stretching Scratchy Brittle in the sunlight damp in the shade Colours faded, yellowing stains not coming out deepening with age Ill-fitting Comical in appearance one might even say embarrassing But [...]