Today I read a poem that asked what the ocean is to a blind man. How must it feel? To swim in a body so vast to me or you, but without scope...
Unexpected, strange things make me miss you quite suddenly and with profound grief in the regions of my stomach and intestines. They come wh...
Tonight, tempestuous and clinging to the last warmth of summer, is a night for the sweet, melancholy rattle and stream of the blues, that ol...
This was the year you had your quintessential Philadelphia night with the lithe Palestinian painter: A water ice on that steamy corner, wher...
