Everything
to Anna Like angels alight on fanged bulls waves of smiles painted on old brownstone in yellow and pink and turquoise and orchestral joys threading their way along braided, golden memories in the halls of a heart pitched with too many nights separating you. A letter from a ghost, each alphabet a memory an entry […]
Door 2012
Bring your colored oils for your charcoal lines to edge them with blue and dust them in yellow. I ask are your bearings failing in this blighted place? Buttons for numbers 6 and 13 taunt in the elevator. The space is tight, obscure like a dumbwaiter’s closet, riding black. Secretly hoping she will be there; to […]
