I spent last week in Hudson, NY in the presence of some of my poetry heroes
Made death possible. If he could do it, I
I am dreaming of a house just like this one
city. I'm in love with a city shuddering
They noticed, you see, that I was a noticing
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It is ghostly quiet. Snow swirls and drifts. An intermittent radiator hiss, but mostly, such silence.
This morning, I woke from a dream of my childhood home in Bronxville, a town just north of New York City. The house was dark. I was wandering empty hallways. I turned a corner to find my father standi...
I am having trouble concentrating these days. I find myself easily distracted. Although I appreciate the unseasonable warmth, I find it unnerving. Days are getting shorter. The dark gathers quickly.
Hovering thirty thousand miles above the ground, I look down and a veil of thin white cloud seems stretched across the earth. We are beginning the descent.