Ghosts in the Classroom
because we are
apparent in our transparency,
windows seeking landscapes to face,
so that students, soon-to-be sages,
Matching Set
She was the kind of girl who deserved a matching set of luggage, that’s for sure. The way she moved in quiet whispers, the grinding halt...
Blueberry Pie
It’s the way blueberry stains your every word, how yellow taxis decipher the subtext amidst quiet dialogs of night and moonlight that I...
107 Bowers Gallery & Art Space: Artist Conversation with Steve Singer
My hope for Jersey City and art over the next twelve months is that we all get to keep chugging along lovingly, peacefully, and happily.
Reading the Bible at 3AM
To echo salience, writing handbooksdemand you declare a chiasmus, so by the timethe Word hooks Its first syllable to your ear, you are It, a
Spies Like Us
and you weren’t prepared to live and let live tonight…
Stirred, not shaken, I demand, truth serum smug.
Greek Coffee
There are grinds in my coffee,
lost souls in my soup
alive and well in the Paris
we left behind.
3.48
She tried to sell me on a $9 salad bar when all I needed was a bowl of the 4-Star’s finest yankee bean soup to fill me up enough so I...
Antony Said
Hold up your asp, Cleopatra–– I’ve something more to say. We’re timeless, frost-skewed tree branches barking under our own...
Monday Musings - Virile 4
Whether waved in noir or Viking blond or whiskey finished with war hammer curls or earth toned as the ground on which every step ahead...
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