CALLING

  Boys came calling after school, sometime between six and eight, before the summer- longer days under the swell of frustration. Boys came calling after school, halting homework and hunting, looking to come closer to a truth but I held mine firm, in the door- halfway, me half in, half confused as to what they […]

Read More…

BOOKENDS; GOLDEN GREENS IN THE GARDEN OF GREEDY YOUTH

  In days now distant, we were one floor up, apartment dwellers whose viewless windows revealed to us more than the darkness that tried to appeal to us. Tambourine Therese tapped her tunes of truths not yet tasted, tumble leaves freshly fallen from the trees in the apple orchard of golden greens begging to be […]

Read More…

SUMMER SUN IN THE MARSHES

  Three boys and a girl, coasting carelessly from teens to twenties and coping lazily with hangovers beneath the summer’s sun. One blonde and three browns, laughing amid golden rays that filled the most perfect of squares in the once marshland of Le Marais with its cobbled streets, men of elegance and women who followed […]

Read More…

GOLD TAINTED GRASSES

  Corners come crawling from the fine folds of memory when the lavender was long with laughter beyond the bridge where the lazy water twisted her sky’s blues through rough rock and tufts of gold tainted grasses that I captured on canvas and you kept in glass cases crowded with curated curiosities and empty wine […]

Read More…

POCKETS OF TIME

  I have crossed many oceans and have known few limits, I have travelled many roads and have folded my favourites into pockets of time, stored in a hundred boxes, marked with a thousand names who have touched me, sealed with a hundred souls who have moved me, taped with a dozen men who may […]

Read More…

TIME AND SPACE

  I’ve seen you on faces, in places  you’ve never been, in places you’ll never be, on faces,  other faces, not your face,  in a place that has no claim  to your space since life took your trace from all of space. I’ve seen you on faces, in foreign places  looking for traces  of the […]

Read More…

THE WATERS OF TED AND KARLA

Every summer for 5 years they made their way to the banks of the water. Even as a child he noticed the stillness under the breath of morning that bayed across the river as if the day and the pair of them had not yet been discovered. And it was true, in part, of them […]

Read More…

ME ON THE METRO

  It was this morning and yesterday again,           a smell, a scent, on the metro, in my nostrils,                     a decent into the memory, a revery playing, replaying                  while the crows counted Round […]

Read More…

Joni on the Mantelpiece

  They met in Paris, first, temple street, 2nd floor, Capricious teenagers cavorting into their twenties, Ardent and ernest, like you were once, in Greece, In Californian climes, casually cruising that fragrance Of embryonic adulthood, a god-fearing blonde And a darker haired homo reading her his poems, Pathetic irrational rhymes while she postulated His meaning, […]

Read More…

CINQUAIN IN FRANCE

I see In a vast bar On the edge of my past A boy so lost amid the crowd And you, There was, In the mayhem, A sense of happening, A feeling of the familiar In you, Brown shirt And dark blue jeans, Gaze so deep to drown in And a gentleness that caught me […]

Read More…