in the garden of Eden
sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet …
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 …
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, …