It was another tidy Saturday morning, Zoom style
At the Jung Foundation in New York City
Where the instructor, a psychologist, will discuss her book
I was at my local polling place for a recent New York election and the poll worker asked me for my address. She was already holding my voting address card so I knew the request was pro forma. But for some reason, perhaps as a joke, I responded: 32A the Broadway, Crouch End, London, N8, my…
I awoke from a dream in which I am being threatened by armies of stratum, syntax that escaped from some grammar hole, and angry breaths that seems to come from some distant horizon line. As I come to my senses I wonder if it’s time to “put the gloves on.” As is my habit, I settled into…
The war was everywhere
In the heavy cotton blackout
Sheets, the air-raid siren
Wail, the buzz bomb
Hole in the bedroom
The dream in its emphatic musical way,
Perhaps subtitles hanging from ceiling fans,
Stirs up a short, thin, wispy male