They had nothing in commonbesides being smart New Yorky jews,Carl was a creator and my motheran other… while laughing listeninghis 2000-year-old man spinningin shiny blackness..

                           an ironic name to give a butterfly                           one gets the distinct impression                           deposed, have been                           in the bloodiest of purges                           in whispers we cheer them on                           from the shadowy sidelines                           eagerly..

Note: This poem is best viewed on a Desktop Computer with widescreen. The week before he was bornI dreamt only in blue, like paint names the..

I liked the feeling of being knifed to piecesand sent bleeding down a hilllike earth torn in torrential rainsracing through an innocent village                                  I might..

I never wanted a homenor a Lotus Sutra    I am not a lotus eater    a homeis a place to hanghistory floatingin etymologicalsoundfacts    a privilegethat is created..

Take us ornately hanging girls  composed of candles and scintillating light, as sacred as bael fruit. It is our wild-born nature to cling to the..

Blue light on dark rivers, blue notes floating in veils of wind          down chasms of blue canyonswhose denouement issuesinto fields of tiny bluets limning the dawn. I..

The third in eight days. Penelope, how can a life be reduced to facts,and those so few? And used to compare youwith those who died..

I saw a woman peeling an orange at a traffic light and thought of you. She had the orange on top of the steering wheel,a small,..