I feel your pain from afar. Breach of trust on any level is hard to bear,
New Paint on Worn Walls
Suicide Note
They all pretend to be free spirits, terrorists, Not by the book just by the letter, But hey, don’t they all write poetry, Don’t we all write poetry, these days,
The last death of Captain Nemo
There is a place where my son waits for me. A place where he dreams himself, where shadows are not sewn fast to the hard ground, where he can name each and every demon riding the waves,
Tensed Muscle
An actor in the audience asks how she so fully inhabits each role. The stiffness falls away. Be honest, she says, be strong, even be wrong...
Castle
And beneath, beyond it all, the world we can't conjure. Where we belong. Not with the crowd
Block Island Trip
You keep the secret of what you look like when no one’s watching.