An Old Gramophone Lullaby for the Midnight Orchid of the BoweryI love Central Park in the Fall. The city feels fresher and cleaner for some reason. As I walked past the Zoo, I heard a kid crying. I remembered...

A dead or dying treeI’m sure just spoke to meAbout a secret skill called “letting go.”And further on my morning walkA leaf fell down to have a talkTo tell me what I certainly should know. In whispers soft as newborn’s...

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  I met her on the Iowa Riverwhen the water was movingand neither of us knewwhere we were going.Lost as a dead carp. We didn't have much in common.She liked to drink.I liked to drink.She liked sex.So did I.That was enoughfor...