Because the drinks will be far better shared than spent speaking to shadows out of the madness that is isolation. I was sad, but you were so...

   (In Loving Memory of Karen Friedland) Another death has come  to call despite the trees abloom and daffodils riotous in the grass. Her ho...

a rest, from swinging bar and animals in the abattoir- to smoke in mental thinks spoken holding cooling drinks. counting out old coppers to ...

I struggle in my search for meaty words. I know no confabulatory myths. The words slip like rain through my mind. I am groping in darkness w...

I hear the band warming up.  A ‘40s jazz tune is what we need right now. Think of the bars and cafes we loved, friends who stood us a drink—...

Who are we,  all of us— who gaze across oceans and vast desert lands that pop up  on the constant news Who are we  to cast aspersions, wave ...

1975 Janus stayed a long long year down by Marseilles, his sunlight surged on nubile sirens playing volleyball sea-side, his  Id  painted pi...