I replay melodies Over and over Until my mind Takes over them And memorizes keys Signatures And the elegant way It trickles like Raindrops upon a windowsill. Through my veins Stirring within me Emotions I never realized Hiding within. It scurries me away Into daydreams…

Skyscrapers emerge like great stalagmites Their tops wreathed in mist Streets cobweb like the veins of a leaf People are talking, laughing, yelling In English, French, Russian Not everyone understands one another But some do We gather at watering holes to feed Go out in…

Poem EIGHT has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 26 August 2016.

Title: Trust   My thoughts are held in a box with such a strong lock that the only way to break through would be — no, impossible.   Unless one were to blow away an eyelash into a perfectly straight line, or able to recover…

When I learn other languages it takes time for the words to rise along my throat and tongue the way I want them to, lined up like children in a museum holding hands, or like dogs along an obstacle course jumping, leaping, point A-to-B-ing for…