I close my eyes and take a deep breath in. The smell of the fresh, thick parchment and the texture of the leather binding in my hand carry me away from my well-...
Author's note
"The Fortunate Son" series is a compilation of memories and recollections of my parents’ lives prior to my birth and after their adoption o...
Evening falls on the glow of late afternoon. The wind outside the nursing home winnows through the trees, reflecting the current of memory, sifting remembrance ...
I have you here with me in my mind
And I’m loving every thought about you.
I see your picture in my mind and feel
An open heart where love flows.
And I wa...
Lift it Up
I dreamed I saw the world from high above
Aboard a ship of stars on a cosmic sea of love
No pain, no suffering, in this heavenly space
A sense of...
The Threshold of Acceptance
something deep within yearns …
thirsts for more
a longing, markedly hazy
but with these eyes I see it
what my innermost mutinee...
On the Death of Hart Crane
You hadn't written a single line
of poetry throughout your stay in Mexico;
a trip made possible by Guggenheim.
Was it alcoholic d...
Children in Snow
The sky is hidden
behind clouds.
Mounds of snow
swallow the land.
On lips,
the taste of ice cream
longs for home
but what arrives is ...
Queens Vision, 1983
Somewhere in the bowels of Queens with my crazy second wife,
driving to meet her Grandpa. The insane traffic last night,
some kind of Pue...
