A Brief For The Defense

The anticipation is often the best of it. The dream drowsy cigarettes on the fire escape over Spanish Harlem. The insomniatic hour at the po...

Right now, I am up with the fallow, pearly morning. Doing the dishes slowly by hand. Listening to dead Delta blues men. Dancing a bit, poorl...

First snow. Nearly dawn. What I wouldn’t do for a cigarette. Or, a grapefruit, halved, drizzled with a pinch, or two, of sugar.

A lovely girl, wrapped like a child in an oversized blanket. She lets it fall open in front, like a tent flap. Ashen skin, the puerile pink ...

She enters in the garb of a poet. Which is to say, not much, naked. So, naturally, I fall in love with her. ~ What comes after? The ephemera...

“Let me ask you a question, son. Have you ever had to listen to January nights up here? The silence of that wind? Because there aren‘t words...