Wind blows down Western Avenue    as I follow your memory home    waves crashing upon the shore of Lake Michigan    creating ice bulbs that make no sense    all the heartache has washed away  i feel you in...

  My heart is a musical traveller  It will only stop when sky strings  garotte me for the final time    Play Rachmaninoff’s silent concerto  along shafts of sunken submarines  tides swollen, coves so wide,  foam from fingers to thighs,  sea vessel yearns to resurface    in your docked lips.  Ravel unravelling the last pieces  of...