Under your thumb, wrapped around your finger.Not because you want it that way butbecause you thought it would be saferbecause they said so; Nape grazed by knucklesit’s colder than you expect under a street lamp and worse, the darkness between street lamps footsteps behind you Where are you going with this?You just want to go…

All landscapes look like a woman.The wood has faces and faces in it;the faces make you behave, try not to stealremember to wash your hands.And the woman is reclining, waiting in the snow for youor the warm desert sands will blow awayand she’ll be therewaiting, she’s not impatientbut don’t for a minute think she’s not…

Oh and you, with your dangerous mouth.I cannot even think the color of your eyes,but your exact mouth better than first fruitand I cannot imagine anything else.                       I would have kissed you for a thousand nights,a thousand and one.Your mouth the only thingto make me stop telling stories,and…

This one is likenobody you’ve ever met,She is not like you. The music she likes is musicyou’ve never heard of,The books she likes are booksyou’ve never read. She goes to parties and talks to nobody seeing everybody talking,Or holds forth on topicstil there are no topics left. Her hair was wild until everybody’s was, then…

The foundation cracked about twenty years agoyou poured in some dead rabbits and kept buildinga roof over your head because Maslow said to;and other things, important:Insulation against the extremes and windows for looking out. You laid a floating floor over the cracked baseyou have done a good job of covering that upit is not perfect…

Anemone, you told me, and then hyacinth, orchid, peony; like any parent you wanted me to know the namesof things; to be informed."Flowers!" I answered, bored. I was more interested in the holes left by my ruthless bouquets.Already I was not meant for your world. We can blame the man, because it’s easy.Who doesn’t blame…

Lessons I learned in childhood served me well though the lesson taughtis not the one I took away. Take for examplethe forced intake of foodPoor Richard and the starving children seated beside medrooling over my Lima beans This taught me to feel guilty for not wanting;and that sometimes it’s easier to do itthan think of…

after years of carrying this"it’s not heavy, it’s bulky"the climb inevitableand the fall apparently certain hitchcock filmed my nightmaresand greek myths dictated my burdensand surely opera played a part the hardest part of parentingis not what you expected;it is not what you didn’t expect;it is that you get both together the fear of edges and…

she says every day you promise me dinner she says every day you say it’s about what i want she says every day you make steak. i’m vegetarian. he says i don’t mean you have to make it i don’t mean i have to make it i don’t care if we make it together but…

christmas is lovely at home. we had salmon and potatoes (czechs have carp, which is revolting, and potato salad, which i am sure i have told you about my hate affair with potato salad). Friar Tuck tried to reproduce the food categories to reflect tradition but to make food so that we would be pleased,…