On this day, 40 years ago, August 26th, 1979, my family stepped off a plane at JFK. On the way to our new hometown, Sparta, NJ, my father insisted we stop at the base of the World Trade Center towers. He was awed by the towers. And they were terrific, sure, but, coming from the…
I am resting. Watch. I am fluttering, you follow. Be wise when you chase.
What color are you? It depends on the light, no? Our hooks are in the mud.
Precious is you.Jade, ruby, amber opals.A fiend tugs within.
How my latest work project evolved from a chance fish sighting.
On winter nights, the sodium street lamps cast gashing shadows. They scribble on the cobblestones and walls through cables and wires that hang like abandoned nooses. A few restaurants welcome guests but many of the cafes are shuttered. A mist settles on the plastic-framed menus hanging beside the doors. Looking through a window, two local…
Wet between your toes Softly walk upon the pond Beware of below
Leaves thrust, firm and new. Breathing with callow desire. Petals rot like flesh.
Don’t confuse the day With those who see the light. A shadow cast cools.
Eight point three pounds. Gallons upon gallons. Displace me now.