The way the disease took him by degrees, the body jettisoning what it could: his arms and legs, his grin, his laugh, his voice. –
Month: February 2009
I didn’t catch the exact name of this exhibit when we visited the museum in January, and I can’t find it on their website, but
Night is the true democracy. When day Like some great monarch with his train has passed, In regal pomp and splendor to the last, The
My Poem Rocks has published my “Hiccups.”
I dreamed I took the cat to St John’s Wood. “Is this a rescue mission?” Dunworthy said. “No, sir,” I said proudly. “I know what
Is it as plainly in our living shown, By slant and twist, which way the wind hath blown? – Adelaide Crapsey
Scifaikuest has published one of my scifaiku.
Perhaps if we had not been so far from home and so vulnerable to loneliness, we should not have been so deeply moved. Many of
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose
The rain is making this rented tuxedo smell like a wet animal. My sister Rachel and my ex-girlfriend Maggie are standing outside the car while