Urban climbing up concrete hills, what season is it anyway? Four straight days of light-flooded windows spark new leaves on the basil plant. I said it many times: I need a bigger sky, larger moon-stage, vast and brooding. On that shallow shore just north of here: why are the boats left floating free all night? WhatContinue reading “BIGGER SKY”
Turned out onto Washington: the great industrial avenue. Busy in the morning. Lumber yards, warehouses of lighting fixtures huge slabs of marble. All the men say good morning. Workers say good morning. Commuters are mute.
I want to be the woman who somehow deflected all the ‘you should be this ways’ so that what I want to suck from life is just only mine. Tonight, I stood in the grocery store line and beamed at the carrots, lemon cookies, honey yogurt on the rubber belt. I had this thought: IContinue reading “MISGUIDED GOALS”
What it takes is not thought but action, rejecting the snooze button, flowing in a a soft pocket of warmth into the early morning chill. The silver diamond-patterned food cart on the sidewalk puffing its essential oniony fumes and kaleidoscope reflecting a new sun. Gone is the summer air, which incubates into stew of nothingness. AutumnContinue reading “AUTUMN MORNINGS IN PHILADELPHIA”
Certain of nothing now but smiling and the pup, sighing tired sighs in my lap. Possibility of the day’s last minutes growing limp like wilted radish greens. What I could start and not finish haunts me. Dinner was invented, destroyed, and the dishes speak of a modern, though pointless porcelain sculpture. And isn’t that theContinue reading “THE DAY’S LAST MINUTES”