Botched Introduction at the Potluck The bald man- who I call Joe instead of Bill- waxes on about cold fronts and invasives, hard to…
When he discovered How much she loved it He put honey on everything Eyes nose toes everything between How much she loved it Her…
Fall 1961, Queen Mary adorned for first and last voyage, glorious confusion, sky that would not last until the beginning, Paris, Rue de Pompe,…
I recall a man with a dream, cholesterol filled wonder coated in breadcrumbs, fried in a scorching heat. His spirit fills the bucket. Flesh…
There’s the animal and its flesh. At times interchangeable, but not quite the same. Anglo-Saxon named the beasts, French their meat At death do…
Sweet Brötchen, swathed in dishcloth- layered baskets, the call of your brethren is deafening. In every bakery they coo with the fragrance of burnt…
Under leaf and footfall, in the alley’s otherwise quiet, Rat smelled the divine sweat-reek of a corner-bistro bag. [Rat…
I bought a Zinger at that bodega over there, and I swore, still swear, after I thanked him, the salesman said, “I love you.”…