Apparition Poem #2135 Out of the apartment, striding downEast Eden Street, I note how it mightfeel to be homeless— desperate free- falls into nothingness. I’m also gladsomeI’m not homeless yet; desperation,thankfully, distant, inaccessible. Yet also inaccessible is the warmthof a … Continue reading →

Maybe it’s because October nights on the EastCoast can still be sultry; it was still reasonablyearly, 10:30; us three in our usual semi-stupefiedlethargy got a rush of energy, decided to take a walkover to Fresh Grocer at 40th & Walnut, … Continue reading →