Alphabet City

Thank you for your invite to a world that might have been had it been
some other day when the world’s more inviting, we’ve so much to be thankful.

best,
Chagall 2017

When Mr. Quan died, one of his 5th graders said her favorite memory was his challenge to the class to play the recorder faster than he and the wonderful frenzy that ensued.

Chagall 2017

Back-
ordered logged slid and stabbed

Chagall 2017

There are times when I am so close, inside-out and knowing
A net afield in the wind I capture a glimpse now and then
It takes a while to comprehend that the hum I hear is not
A machine but me moving in and out of step with the come and go
Of what had been in anticipation of what could still be
For fate fortunately finds fragile cracks that we slip through
Guided by unknown wisdoms I encounter a fount in the rain
Singular drops of water assemble to elevate the collective pool
Two by two and one by one they fall as we fall lulled by rhythms
Only earth thus far as far as I know can make any claim
Of descending dew we are birthed slick in the canal we slide
Headfirst and sometimes breech into the actual, outside-in and knowing

Chagall 2017

The Me, confronting the banality of their own existence,
must inevitably evolve into the Blame You.

Chagall 2017
2020 – Perfect Vision™

On the ground lies a shadow of a winged-object moving
yet nothing flies overhead.

Chagall 2017

Today I willed a butterfly from clear ‘cross the yard
to come to alight on my palm.

Chagall 2017
V

I remember when the moon had atmosphere and
we danced to the light of the earth.

Chagall 2017

With all this banter you’d think…

Chagall…2017

Next door I hear Say hi to Aunt Min! We’ll get to see her before. Sadly they won’t and though I don’t know them, I know in my heart they’ll have tried.

Chagall 2017