Alphabet City

A bird in the shower singing aware where the reverb lies and the echoes are;
awash in spray she trills.

Chagall 2017

And then forever resounds: it is the wordless utterance of a sage,
filled with quiet and humility, apropos of everything

Chagall 2017 – with great reverence for El Bardo

Millennia from now, they dug and found, the Universe framed in stone – Chagall 2017

She said It’s a potato with onion, floured and deep-fried
Oh – I said – so it’s knish-ish
She said Wha’?

Chagall 2017
Visit Katz’s Deli!

When I was a girl once, combed in elusive fashion, willing to please left me
breathlessly awaiting impulse, passion, compelled by this need to fly.

Chagall 2017

I’ve become much more aggressive in how I tear the plastic food wrap across
the serrated perforation, and am enjoying clingingly great results!

Chagall 2017

I have no desire to string more than a single thought together:
my head is a trove of vignettes.

Chagall 2017

I sip reheated French-pressed coffee from a pint Mason-jar, I see its steam rise
in the fanned rays of sun amidst dust in the shadows of slatted blinds

Chagall 2017

We all know how the sun can peek through the upper branch and reveal
the light behind God’s head. This morning it happened.  Everywhere is timeless.

Chagall 2017

Dervishes of wind at play kick up leaves crisply cold
scented pink bubblegum frosted-sweet from an autumn ago
in my mind time swirls this grin about my hollow head
where I have lodged a candle

Chagall 2017