Because I cannot write a poemabout the cat that got dumpedfrom a moving car last spring,cannot translate the momentshe froze in the streetas I ran across traffic, haltedthe cars, saw she had peedall over her white fur, a corpseof a cat as I held her in my armsfor two blocks, freed her in theconfines of... Continue Reading →

In Western New York, the winter is dark. Better, that, than California.The sun there is a flare blaring impending disaster. Smog-coughed andsun-cancered. Here, the sky is a closed book. Forgotten. Only promisekeeps us awake to the un-day of another hour of gray. Time unspoolslike a wound string unstrung by a kitten. Like noodles in the... Continue Reading →