Saturday morning sunlight slants sideways into the kitchen of the tidy 2nd floor apartment in a tired part of New York City layered between the nondescript dark-haired couple upstairs and my grandfather the Polish butcher, and his good wife, downstairs like a sad,...
River of tears river of sweat and blood purify the Man purify the Woman so they can become Whole Unsundered Clarify the butter clarify the butter Dance the drama, the Passion Play river of sorrow tinkling jewels swirling tears and limbs wavering sanity Succor the...
By the Sea I am blinded by the crystalline sunlight The wind puffs its way through the stalwart greenery and whistles around the curve in an artery By the Sea time is thorough and kind I discard reason and genuflect warily to my desire By the Sea my teenage daughters...
