I fainted at Young Women's Temple Pageant dance practice. My dad called those Arizona summer days the kind where “you can cook an egg on the hood of your car.” In the middle of the Phoenix desert, fainting and sleep… Read full post »

            When I am in the city, I am engulfed by the city.  When I’m outside of it, I am hard pressed to go back in, like I'm under sedation or walking under a waterfall.  Now I'm sitting at a favorite b/… Read full post »

The Dying Young: How Nora Would Be

            Reviewing the events of some people's deaths makes one stop and reconstruct a different ending, re-positioning the deceased by a hair of an inch into a new trajectory which ends up "just fine, with/… Read full post »

To Revel, Alone

     I watched the movie Up in The Air with George Clooney recently.  His character, a passionate frequent flyer who reveled in the small pleasures of travel, began the movie pretty happy.  A character comes along who jeopardizes his travelling.&… Read full post »

            I played a few songs religiously on the way to work, early in the morning, forming poems in my freed-up brain, about fat-capped moons, and crows in traffic, or about women reaching for the milk with uber-elegant… Read full post »

            I saw a Ramones tribute band recently in the east village.  The lead guitarist was this guy with thick black hair cut in a longer 60s rocker style, cool waves shaped around his face.  Across the top of his head was just the/… Read full post »