a movie of you running toward me

if I could I would turn my bicycle into a movie projector   I would reel the film around the front tire and back onto the rear tire   and pedal so fast that I would keep the light mounted

a few questions before we get started

does the earth fall apart in your hands every time you try to pick it up?   were those your underthings I heard last night rustling in the wind?   whose stallions were those – kissing the sunset in your

1926 Or So

On the notion that once upon a time there were lighthouse keepers and therefore lighthouse keepers’ wives and that at the same time there were also traveling projectionists with trunks full of projectors and their lenses and boxes of silent

Jimmy Armstrong

Jimmy Armstrong is the dwarf circus clown in this photograph by Bruce Davidson taken in 1958.  Maybelle met Jimmy Armstrong in the photograph in a gallery in Chelsea last week.  I asked her to stand next to the photograph so

drowning ghazal with a first line by vicente huidobro

I am absent but deep in this absence asleep but asleep in this absence glasses rattle a tongue remembers rain how long can one keep in this absence the waves from far off lisp her name the brooms of dusk

in an instant

there’s so little time . . . the treeblur out the window . . . the distance just beyond . . . if you have a moment to put down the phone . . . to stop what you’re doing