Flight
You’re strapped in for the hour flight, when a young woman, all flush and out of breath, stops at your row, apologizes with her eyes for making you get up. You fumble with the seat belt, …
Poetry
Invisible Heat
Invisible and unnoticed heat / grasps the narrow edge […]
A Brief Moment
a brief moment / without any sounds […]
Cortisone
I got a shot of cortisone / Then ran into a courtesan […]
Heresy
the crisp blue December sky gleams above […]
Uncharted Territory
found myself / on the floor last night […]
Insomnia
it must be the rumination / of thunder in the western sky […]
The Women Who Got Mugged
Art two Chinese prostitutes my husband says. / He heard this at work today. […]
Downsize
It starts with a glance / At a packed corner […]