November 15, 2020
Miss Liberty is the sole draw of Liberty Island… and she’s enough. Though my love for oxidized green ladies is far and wide, she is quite special–both in stature and symbolism. And like many special ladies, she inspires poetry. Below, the most famous “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus, written Read more…
October 22, 2019
It always strikes me as odd that more people are not glued to the window during flights. How often can you see the beautiful Earth from the perspective of 30,000 feet? I’m always amazed how much like a quilt the land always looks, a quilt stained with enormous cloud shadows. Read more…
September 22, 2018
in a way that there is nothing but loose ends I’d be living, still me extending a limb to reach for something in the cupboard and see one in the corner of my eye I’d find one pouring out from the granola the start of something left abandoned I’d be Read more…
June 19, 2006
I’d really like to see you again but only if by chance. Like in the chance of my remembering a dream. Last night I dreamt I was initiating a complex rescue effort for a young bound woman in the hold of some sort of water vessel. She had been sitting Read more…