is it the ticking of the third hand or the faucet dripping onto discount bulk blueberries both measuring time “going in circles” as he would say these days when favoritisim has no force but neither do flashing lights or this perfect view chasing in circles and triangular dimensions sprinklers soaking stone instead of lawn the […]

a poem about you for you (and you)

you are your own though your temperament reminds me of him your head is more ripe mango while his was more soft plum my love for you is wrapped in the strangeness of patterns and rhymes decadent meals and annual martinis our spontaneous brush strokes a good cackle cry on the¬†screened in porch confessions of […]