Category Archives: Daily Offerings

Moscow For a while I was alone, so I dated whoever’s work I was reading, but the relationships always ended badly. I wasn’t smart enough for Wayne, I wasn’t caustic enough for David, Kevin & I were doing well, but … Continue reading →

Nobody Nobody loves me, Nobody cares, Nobody picks me peaches and pears. Nobody offers me candy and Cokes, Nobody listens and laughs at my jokes. Nobody helps when I get in a fight, Nobody does all my homework at night. … Continue reading →

From the Cadenced Roar of the Waves From the cadenced roar of the waves and the wail of the wind, from the shimmering light flecked over woodland and cloud, from the cries of passing birds and the wild unknown perfumes … Continue reading →

Doors opening, closing on us Maybe there is more of the magical in the idea of a door than in the door itself. It’s always a matter of going through into something else. But while some doors lead to cathedrals … Continue reading →

Letter to N.Y.           for Louise Crane In your next letter I wish you’d say where you are going and what you are doing; how are the plays, and after the plays what other pleasures you’re pursuing: taking cabs in … Continue reading →

Mirror A white room and a party going on and I was standing with some friends under a large gilt-framed mirror that tilted slightly forward over the fireplace. We were drinking whiskey and some of us, feeling no pain, were … Continue reading →

Speed Walking on August 31, 2013 Nothing much to report this morning as if anyone were waiting to hear, putting the day on hold like, just a few women jogging by, girls with their eyes lowered, and a few men, … Continue reading →

Shadow-Bride There was a man who dwelt alone, as day and night went past he sat as still as carven stone, and yet no shadow cast. The white owls perched upon his head beneath the winter moon; they wiped their … Continue reading →

The Chameleon I caught a chameleon lizard in my backyard, and to please myself I moved him from a green leaf to a tree’s brown bark, then to my yellow porch where he froze in my hand, his eyes fixed … Continue reading →

The Wisdom of the Geese The geese are displeased. They want to invent the snow. Each has swallowed a whole pitcher of light. Stuffed with brightness, they can hardly move. As they waddle through tall grass they drop feathers, quaint … Continue reading →