Returning – the long flight to the capital, then to the beach The palm trees, the taxi, the dirt road, dogs asleep, The long benches and table warm in the shade of the house. Each, that irretrievable afternoon, happy there… Read More ›
sex (more or less)
The Ballad of Don and Dee
At 9 in line at The Dry Goat Don, he heard these words from Dee: “How many lives must it consume – French pressed, small batch coffee?” The faded denim of her shirt Agreed with gentle breasts. Don, helping… Read More ›
the wedge of her nose quite rightfully assumed
Or, Six short poems, five women & the Alps Below are several poems about different women, real or imagined, and about the Alps. The poems were drafted very early one morning after taking a train over the Alps from Geneva… Read More ›
Mani-Pedi, a toxic Christian poem? with extensive footnotes?
Or, This being the notes of a lonely poet who has passed a neighborhood nail salon packed to the gills on a rainy Sunday evening Sometime after a Jewish Mary without exertion hatched a Christ, Lawsuit-seducing Catholics thought their… Read More ›
Quand – l’argent – le métier – leur dévouement à l’art –
When – his money – her work – her devotion to art {The English version, though chronologically the first and perhaps freer of a foreigner’s faults, here follows the French, stanza by stanza. La version française, quoique écrit après l’anglais… Read More ›
Brunch, sex and violence (Not for public consumption)
Two eggs sat poached on ham and toast, so pale and soft and tender, Tempura yellow just above: two breasts in a warm knit sweater. An innocent knife in the woman’s hand, it sliced and slit the gland— The… Read More ›
A woman my views on (sex and on) women sought to gather
A woman my views on (sex and on) women sought to gather. We’re thinking of partnering; these seemed greatly to matter, Revealing whether I would do; or perhaps what she really wished— Was continuing on alone instead of love… Read More ›
