October 5, 2015 Comments Off on james b. nicola
My dear friend did not want the procedure.
She only went in for some literature—
for “a friend.” But it took so long to get through
the mob outside—and just for a brochure—
that she thought, “Better now than later,” and had them do
it right away. So many did not come
who’d had appointments, it was easy to
get a doctor’s appointment the same day.
I visited her in ICU. Some
time later in the day, my dear friend died.
I told this to the protesters outside
and brought a snapshot of her, certain they
would tone it down a bit, or even say
a prayer. Not only did no one pray,
I think I was the only one who cried.
September 6, 2015 Comments Off on valerie rosenfeld
I slice the vegetables thin
instead of into thick chunks
my spirit lightens
June 18, 2015 Comments Off on esra sarioglu
under the heavy rain
coming out quietly
set the pace
of a dark summer evening
May 26, 2015 Comments Off on james b. nicola
Have you ever observed that there
is no wall that’s flat, no edge that’s straight,
in a human being?
I have and it has improved my seeing
around a corner or behind a thing