Monthly Archives: August 2021

It’s easier to assume that every word you ever wrote has ever been always ever written about me. If I just make that a blanket belief it takes the issue of ego out of of every relentless debate wondering if … Continue reading →

Oh Marni, of the big boobs and the spiky hair from my favorite cafe in the village, if we were to collect all the poems I failed to write about you thanks to my own self-censor and pile them into … Continue reading →

I wrote a poem yesterday and today thought “How nice. Perhaps I shall do it again!” Once, there was a day when that was not a rare thing to say. I’d not have bothered to utter the words so obvious … Continue reading →

Somewhere in Philadelphiathere are scratched your initials on a street corner (though it’s really in the middle of the sidewalk where I etched them). It was years and years ago when we were young and I was full of vigor … Continue reading →