Music, I am moved by music and the way it strains and means something, what? I am not sure… something to me, or to you, but it is different ...
It was the last week of October. David Sanborn and his wife Claire were driving away from Philadelphia on Route 1, heading out towards West ...
A muffled chainsaw hums like an insect water drips, insistently, like a clock beat A door clicks open, exposing the siren and sensual bass o...
Philadelphia is so peaceful in the early morning hours Her bareness so touching, her pulse asphyxiated, It would not be hard to fathom all o...
There are times I imagine a wide beach Inundated with pools of brackish, dull water It is eaten in large swaths by sea birds and clouds The ...
With a sip of watered down coke I am reminded of charcoal cheeseburgers And my parents fragrant with smoke, Mesquite and unknown, All smiles...
In autumn, when it rains for days, dead leaves fall from the trees in heavy clumps They line the streets like ruins from a fallen empire, ma...
the worst feeling in the world is wanting Chinese food late at night and having no one to eat it with
Today, I saw a sky I have never seen Grey and heavy cumulonimbus clouds hung low over the dampened yellow flat lands south of Philadelphia, ...
