**A revision of Grow In Parts.** Glass splits burgundy into facets through the crystal ball of a wine glass that has no power to tell the future, only quiet it down to a numbness. I have to laugh at the idea of a ten dollar bottle of wine paired with a ten dollar cigar. It […]
**This is a revision of Spring Break, East Boston.** I lie in bed naked, unmotivated. My neck is all angles between one degree of electrical black, heated sheets and a topping of red silky soft comforter – called so for good reason. It came to me in a dream that if your nose is plugged […]
** This is a revision of Call To Prayer. ** Morning Prayer Waking early, I wait for the alarm to break the heavy morning, our custom fit call to prayer in America. Less elegant than foreign lilting across dried sands, less ambitious in spirituality, still keen like cold air around Himalayan peaks under a sparkling […]
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