2122 (Hour Four)   Is it true there once were elephants? And they roamed … just… freely? How could it be? Where could they fit? The book says they were huge – What could they possibly find to eat? Is it true there once was…

Modestly dressed, she only dreams of wearing less. Her husband works and controls the money. And she stays home and cooks and raises the children. Her days are the same. At dances, she looks at other women with longing. Her youngest son beams up at…

soft undergrowth pads the forest floor sunlight, blocked by trees dapples my skin warming a few inches at a time an old house sits empty untouched by human hands vines creep up and through decaying walls I have come home

It’s 1922, she stands youthful, proud Staring modernity in the face A new era, one of hope The end of a pandemic, and a war New dresses, new music, new parties, new wealth But most importantly, the right to vote Her voice, no longer confined…

We sit in the cafe She takes a delicate bite of the pastry, white teeth tearing the croissant, red tongue darts across pink lips, chews and swallows. “I don’t believe in love at first sight,” she proclaims, and I nod in agreement. After all, it…

  Mood music is not illegal. But why not? Can free peoples be trusted to feel, as they are want to feel, under the influence of lyric free music? Can whole sentences be formed with sounds other than words? This sounds dangerous. Dissonant. These are…

Repeated sonorities of my existence reassures me, my world is full of promise. The melody of inspiration comes with the rhythm of syncopated strokes of time. Frequencies moving through time are the notes, I hear to invoke my passion for life. The overtones of humanities…

Haricots noirs Pois chiches They sit quietly On the shelf Waiting to be Turned around And then someone To be turned on By chick peas And black beans. Smaller tins Might have been Better when they Were bought Back in two Thousand and Seven. Sept.

how many times did it take you?  going back / rewinding, uncoil the tangles / smooth the sharp edges of the world that scraped away at me / made me vulnerable // the hardest part was acknowledging / I had been allowing it for so…

The city stays beaming and breathing while others sleep it lights up on weekends the bubble spreads like a wildfire   alcohol exhumes wild personalities tucked in all week loud pass hands bodies seek warmth in others the city is alive in a high mood…