Computer Idealists
We are looking for an old world

My father had written — angry
a good day, longing
for the old Courier font, 1994

In the Amtrak waiting room on 34th street, I listen to the recorded announcer reciting the names of other places.

The Silver Meteor: Alexandria, Kingstree, Jesup, Yemasee, Sebring.

A poem for Susan Alexandra on her birthday, days after the US election, November 2016.

Welcome to the new year.
This is the year that everything becomes something;
When the gossamer strands of experience become cloth and we use it to warm ourselves, to warm each other,
light…

A list of reactions ascending, painting by painting, through the Guggenheim’s Agnes Martin retrospective, December 2016.

1. The spines of experience are identical.
2. From far away, humanity looks like grey matter, but within each life exists a universe which…

We’re from blueberry brown betty and eighty-eighth street brownstone baked beans; from Tanqueray martinis at Hunan Taste and from tomato sauce-making marathons on August afternoons.