Is the butterfly to blame?
Can you blame the butterfly for fluttering? For being butterfly? Can you charge it for the hurricanes? In Puerto Rico the butterflies have drowned. In Houston all the pupae have […]
Monthly Archives: September 2017
Ode to the paperclips
All that glisters is not gold— Often have you heard that told. The merchant of Venice, William Shakespeare This morning after bicycling I realized I brought to work a shirt […]
Nocturnal octet
I. Sleep is drinking tea in familiar surroundings; in a room with paintings from my mother’s home and the old piano where once I taught myself to play “Für Elise” […]
Anything but home
“This will do, it’s not home but it’s got a roof.” “How do we get in?” Jimmy knew the answer. He could climb. He could fight the grease and rats […]
Being garnet
I’m garnet: blood- red — a cool gem on fire, burning for your gilded fist.. Please chain me sober with your metal claws and let me quench my thirst dangling […]
