When you set out on your journey to Ithaca ( Read more... )

You do not have to be good ( Read more... )

In an effort to get people to look ( Read more... )

Let me cook you some dinner ( Read more... )

Ah, Love, you smell of petroleum ( Read more... )

There's something about the wind coming off
the ocean, the waves washing the rocks

that makes a person who is quickly annoyed
by cigarette smoke and men
putting nails into roofs

forgetful and unconcerned.

If you are easily disturbed
you need to get an ocean.

- Sidney Hall, Jr.

I have walked through many lives ( Read more... )

Stuck in an unnamed place
half way between love and in love,
you call me late at night and ask
if I’m sleeping. I tell you, I’m writing.
You ask about what? Love, I say.

When I write about us, I stop myself
from saying we make love or we have sex.
I search for a euphemism that won’t bind me,
won’t define us. I arrive at the phrase
move together. ( Read more... )

As my Scotch, spared the water, blondly sloshes ( Read more... )

You are so beautiful and I am a fool ( Read more... )