I've been trying to focus on my next book. Some days I think it will be short stories, sometimes I envision a novel, and then something knocks me about and I end up writing poetry for weeks at a time. Here's a segment of one of my many book-like pieces I'm presently playing with. ‘Where do you think we come from?’ asks Simon. It’s 4am in Astoria. Simon phoned Cassie twenty-two minutes ago to come out for a walk. He knows she doesn’t...
untitled (aka work in progress) I notice that I have blue hands the first day that I meet Xavier. A row of jasmine growing in the park of our initial encounter blooms behind him when he says ‘Hello,’ without smiling. Watching the white flowers of the deep spearmint shaded bush open before my eyes, a song comes to mind that I know I have never heard before. I start humming lowly. I slide my blue hands in my back pockets. Xavier nods at the...
I have a few novels I'm working on. Here's a piece of one: On a 28th Avenue rooftop in Queens Celia is smoking a cigarette staring at the distant Manhattan landscape. She’s thinking about her old penthouse on the Upper West Side, the things she saw before she left to travel. Celia spent four years travelling around the world. She lived in Costa Rica, Italy, Germany, Spain, Sri Lanka, Australia, Beijing, and Tokyo. Celia knows people. She...
In between poetry booking there a million or so other word directions I'm playing with... and many etceteras and so ons... For example: Adrianna is not like most addicts. Hans has never assumed her to be so. The drugs started so the voices might cease. He has finally discovered her… right now. Walking in her steps down First Avenue. Adrianna is wearing red denim. A yellow and navy scoop neck singlet. She is a pretty twenty three year old. She...
the prettiest girl of all Claudia is one of those hip girls with the right words and the right blood. Bank account blood that buys her big shoes and pays for her expensive apartment. Blood that gives you blonde hair and a straight nose. Thin thighs and slate blue eyes. Claudia and Claude have been fucking on and off for three years. In the beginning they joked about the closeness of their names while they blew rails off a glass top coffee table...