The way forward is with a broken heart. –Alice Walker (With thanks to Elizabeth Bishop, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Frank Sinatra and W.S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan) I was the myth you
There’s a stopper in my heart Where my love used to be. It doesn’t stop anything.
An hour-and-a-half ride on the subway from east side to west. Always waiting, finding a place between riveted posts, a light in the tunnel, I hope it’s a train, hot
She was excited to have three separate appointments in one day. The first, to get her eyes checked following cataract surgery, then on to her regular physician who was going to
Along the marijuana scented streets of San Francisco State University, evening classes, students clump along Holloway Avenue, smokers come out from behind parking meters that stand as centurions. Houses glitter
Beachcomber, the sting of salt water on your wings grey garbage collector raking portions from the undertow of my thoughts.