“I’m in New York…again,” I would say, like I was exposing a covert war, breathing a secret to life. there was the whispered wish i could lie. say i was elsewhere. but i wasn’t. i would evaporate out of my home, away from my friends. and materialize with a cigarette and boundless expectations on a…

That wicked pretty moment occurred just now. Two strangers, watching, eyes parting, shifting back. Yes strangers but they’re not unfamiliar. His eyes seem almost black but oh my god, he’s scared. She watches back. Watches. Watches. Those black eyes are no accident. There’s no chance in them. They’re alive on her face. Her neck and…

I remember just two things: he cried when I sang Shanendoh, like my voice echoed from some war he was eternally fighting

boys below the window, backs to brick again and again, the small one calls “oh my gosh” “oh my gosh” “oh my gosh” and says, unbelieving, there’s blood, and then the curtains open

If you were to stand on the porch of our house, to the left you would have seen the forest. Our lawn seemed to grow in to it, to penetrate the under brush and shadowed canopy. Of course, this was enough years ago to make me think I’ve seen the whole thing in a movie.…

Let these be our footsteps Cold to the night A chaos of circus on the horizon Walking back to the sea The toe prints of the last possible Engaged, tired, sheltered Left open to the ocean These footsteps Retraced Rebegun Another night to start anew