Golden Meadow

House painter ain’t much of a title but its an onshore job in an offshore world where the pay may be better but the hours suck: 14 and 7 means you don’t get out to the peace of the marsh or anywhere else but a few times a month plus …

Subway Song

Out for the day Drinking from bar to bar Followed, hell, haunted By familiar snippets Of forgotten favorite songs. but its not in the bars or the restaurants or the commerce-crammed stores where I come face to face with the force of remembered melody it is underground in the soot …

Waste

There is an old mattress, slumped on the street corner, like a dead man, propped on a garbage can. It reminds me how much I waste. It reminds me of the ocean of trash rippling with the refuse dropped from my busy hands. It reminds me of the house looming …