5:55 has been on my mind...

This Is Just To Say

by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

10 for sunday

1. motherhood

2. quince blossoms

3. a child's poem

4. tears on a woman's face

5. verbena tea

6. long afternoon conversations

7. walking

8. new cognac oxfords

9. restaurant Eat in greenpoint

10. the sublime beauty of others

random meeting on the subway

over hannah arendt

"we live in a time of non-reflection"

she said lifting her dark eyes

in a child like wonder

we mused about nostalgia for the light

and art

and birth

I'm Ana

perhaps our paths will cross again...

Swimming in Silence with a capital S
Wading up to my knees
the wind gives me a chill.
It is not summer yet
I was fooled,
those meteorologists never get it right...
Why do I listen to them?
Someone stole my towel
Not surprising, it is fucking Brooklyn
and the G train is coming.
My feet are cold
but are they are wet
they tasted something
and I’m filled with regret,
salty with joy.
Does he know how the thought of him
runs in my blood?

There are tender drops that run along the dark ridges of the bark marking each breath. Where did I leave myself along the way? Was it on that little bench in Palermo where the cats brush up against you craving for love? Or the river bank catching crawfish on Wolf Hollow Rd. You were there I think but it could have been anyone. There are no more armies, just spies sneaking in the corners reminding you of your past. Time to brush of the dust and get off the bench. I think I see blossoms pushing their way through the rain.

Jan and Jules