“The Attic and The Avenue” 1. There was a time I loved someone who did not love me. Or, to be more fair, I loved someone who did not love me in equal measure:
“Factory” Big black clouds, or black birds, are piling up out there: I hear thunder, and wonder what might be poised to fill in space. My spark walked away
“Mid-Morning Music” Breakfast at the Bluebird Café, on a back street near my house- eggs & syrupy biscuit, black beans & black coffee. How many bluebird cafes are there
“the Weekender” 1. Why hide if there is nothing to hide? I keep thinking of that Will Oldham song: “Gulf Shores.” Where are you? You runner, prince with a thousand enemies.
“The Poet is the Meanest of all Liars” Chris told me what he read in my poems- the accurate deductions being, of course, far more chilling than the misunderstandings.