PHILADELPHIA, NAKED.

It is a wonder that my eyes may see the city from such varied perches, day to day: By bus: elevated so that I may gaze indulgently into wet, dirt-caked cavities of construction sites hidden when I am By bike: so that the flawed contours of road, frenzied traffic patterns spill soft city breath onContinue reading “PHILADELPHIA, NAKED.”

POULSBO

Come morning, we slid tippy kayaks into the Sound, Poulsbo-bound for breakfast Fearless oars separated families of jellyfish, we mean no harm, just passing through And geoducks – what strange creations, sand-fountains that could dance to Mozart Comfort of land, sun-drenched streets of shops, families, Norwegian oddities, pastries the size of frisbees.

BEING ALIVE IS THE MEANING

We watched the needle fall, miles correlating with the liquid in our tank. We moved ourselves through so many state lines, we forgot time. Highways laced through impeccable fields, indigo ponds nested within tall grass. We counted license plates, saying “You’re far from home!” Our bodies didn’t ask for much, we ate Airheads and Starbursts,Continue reading “BEING ALIVE IS THE MEANING”

Galway Bay

it took four days of wet-newsprint-skies droplets covering my red beret like the seeds of a strawberry i positioned myself at a window in one cafe porcelain mug of coffee and 2 books, stacked up suddenly, finding myself outside & my coffee abandoned — light on shining cobblestones fast moving sky please: stay put forContinue reading “Galway Bay”