I have seen the horrors of a life misspent In filth and floundery With thieves and scoundrels In love, in liqueur, forever Thinner; On rooftops Of dram...

Jaywalking with friends in Paris our eyes are pulled up by echoing vultures, God, the cold november carresses and wrap bites temporary skin, unwraping walls...

To all promising dissenters, to those emergent amoebae, To those with optimistic station and troller’s temperate motivation, To those warming the larvae of...

“The violet swirls, purple beams, and glowing coils of the stressed eye…” I hasn’t presented a test – as...

In a reverie while butterflies laugh, And blue stripes sleep on unfolded deckchairs, And marmalade scribbles ...

It’s as if Paris dreamed Us all up one November evening A green mist dropped Down from the rooftops And together with the stars We disappeared on the...

From the patter (The portico’s echo of her slipper told me a dancer) I discerned she’d taken whatever Left at the last juncture, To the ministry of...