The honey in your hair mixed morning’s brew, that old cassette player held us suspended, above lanes weaved by another century. I would go back, knowing it was my turn to change the tape fix the twist with a pencil. All noise is a rib cage, a trapped soloist weeps out of tune, how the … Continue reading On The Death of a Past Love (Reprise)

The power is off moon less nightstars broadcast, a lingua francain orbit of this fatal space.Yet when dawn puts a fingerto my nose and the river speaks again,everything is new innocent as genesiswithout a shadow not as before.Birds flutter through a reveillesmall talk of waking things,my life out on the perimeter.The old world’s a safety … Continue reading At the meter board