To wait is to attend, is to witness neon, flashing bowls of candy ribbon, doors revolving, the way starlings swirl, their murmuration, re-turning to the soot of long closed chimneys. …
Poetry
facescape
In your face exists a landscape seen from a window every day, seen through porch columns, or when crossing the bridge. …
Hippies
We saw the hippies on Sunset Boulevard. My sister pointed to and was touched by a hippy on Sunset Boulevard. If we had remained, my brother …