Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Monday, February 22, 2010

Sunday, February 21, 2010

hi edie


the idea
of being a technical
artist
at first seemed a compliment
of mastery
but has grown
to feel more like
a burden
and limitation

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

hi Seth


as if true silence
would draw us into a vortex
unfathomable and unbearable
we levitate
on the white noise
of our urban
existence

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

chase


which will I understand sooner
molecular biology
or 10 year old girls

Monday, February 15, 2010


goodbye
to the place
that lets me
feeling alive
in winter

Sunday, February 14, 2010

my love



I try
to uncover
the blank it
that separates
me from you

Saturday, February 13, 2010

hey fred


do you ever
cross paths
with your shadow
and feel slightly
uneasy

Friday, February 12, 2010

mildred


transformations
our nature
to bundle
and no longer feel
air on skin
but settle
deeply within a new
shell

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

bonnie


it a sad
thought
that these days
will soon be a memory

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

hi juline


further and deeper
is the hibernation
the winter slumber
where almost everything becomes
a self portrait
external metaphors
only reflects more of what inside

Monday, February 8, 2010

LC


3.5 tessar
although
its as soft
as winters
fur
on
a
Chesapeake

Saturday, February 6, 2010

ted


grey mornings
en route
slipping in quietly
unnoticed
to the lower east side
again

Friday, February 5, 2010

Thursday, February 4, 2010

mike


on sunny days
there is a tendency
to look away
from what so
clearly describes
my loss

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Gayla



statuetic and nature
forms are frozen
momentalized
prose follow
with pedestrian candor
I am glad for moments
of loosing control