M/nyc    A poetpourri history of a journey from naissance to humility, in between, the white (s)pacing of poems decorating a life...to read me is to perhaps, …

where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their …

tween the heart and NYC    only love poems and other complaints; “teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and why the question mark is curved and dotted like my …