The Threshold

The Threshold Crossing again, Pietra Serena; four centuries swallow my air. The ceiling close. I light a candle. Torsos twisting, claws and ...

New Collection: Home

Welcome to N.Y.C.

Welcome to N.Y.C. They put me on a plane in Texas to New York City. I never flew before. It was scary. They took me to a hotel, put me in a ...

New Collection: Bouquet

The Hunger of War

The Hunger of War They’re piling up or splayed out on streets body after body civilians unarmed or ill advisedly armed  in haste and heroism...

Many Moons

Many Moons You and I never wanted  to go to bed – awoke reading in the night by phone light. I think of all the moons I shared when you type...

Miles and Years

Miles and Years Miles away  It is almost unheard  That whisper of train Metal wheels on metal tracks  To me behind  These brown stone  Moss ...