Feeling tangled up, restless, achy, and hopeless? Procrastinating about something? Creativity is not the result; it is the process that will get you moving.
Procrastination
Poem
The use of language to escape the cage of language. And the cages of thought.
Old Dogs
Why do we insist on loving old dogs? We could escape the inevitable pain Of their inevitable demise By simply never loving at all. In that, you’ll find every answer. Why are we moved to love? We know that death always wins. […]
Saturn’s Ring
On the gray, flat roof of a Brooklyn building, Square and safe and separate from the city, Watching a crescent moon sink towards Manhattan, Enjoying the night breeze after a hot day, Saturn, rising over my left shoulder, Is a tiny promise […]
Even now, again
Even Now
I read it once, a poem
Saved in the depths of a small novel.
Even now, the memory of love’s infatuation from earlier in life.