I am waiting for him tonight, waiting for the mask to appear between the curtain folds high above the stage. He will slip between the notes of the swirling symphony, swing over the orchestra pit and snatch the violinist’s bow, poised and silent in the air. The cellist will scream in harmony with the collective [...]
[Thoughts en route to Amsterdam] Fields buckle and grow into hills, sprouting trees and bushes in the cold morning fog lying over the low country. Cows and sheep freeze for an instant, heads lowered to drink from the ditches. They are not impressed by the speed of our train or the passengers’ stares. This patchwork [...]
[an exercise in style, à la "13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird" by Wallace Stevens] 1. Far from the sea the mussels lie in mounds of gaping mouths sucking the smells of autumn rolling down rue Daguerre. 2. A homeless man hunches above an empty paper cup. It is starting to crumble from yesterday’s [...]