for Liz As dawn was sweeping her crystal shore of sunrise over Notre Dame, the bells of Paris were ringing— they were ringing in my soul, and in my room, and in my head as if a thousand hunchbacks had climbed the tower of my interior and pulled, and yanked, and pulled the ropes until the air was bursting with...

For the first time in years I really miss the cold floors I miss the rain affected corners I miss the webs and the spiders under my books The slippery paths that would lead to a hideout The muddy slippers and the broken umbrellas Sunshine in the morning and sunshine in the afternoon The blanket of fog...

Just another dream Receding in the distance. I thought by now I’d have more to show For this many years Of being way too busy – But doing what? I ask myself this On my way to a funeral Of someone about half my age As if I should be asking him “Did you finish?” “Did you fill in The empty spaces?” “Or...