There are wisps of recurring conversations, whispers of parents, college friends, favorite movies, music coming in & out of focus. Favorite cigarette moments with different women. Ethereal galleons floating on vagrant winds unseen. They come back in the dead of night when nothing is held back & an ancient calliope can he heard. If I…

I see you clutching poems to your chest still and quiet as a monk praying Alone now- cold dawn creeping into your flat footsteps disappearing down dead end streets the dust accumulating,old scabs and sores, words of worry building cubist music of the mind. Children sleeping, you weeping the sink leaking, wintering of days- wearing…

Will the proverbial shoe drop like it always does? Do I dare to be happy? I am so filled up with joy Things seem to FINALLY be going my way Do I DARE to believe? Do I Dare to let out my breath? Do I STOP looking over my shoulder? I am so happy so…