this is a silent poem a wordless poem a single moonpearl poem found at the bottom of a lake made of hushed footfalls at twilight and the fluid feathers of dawn this is a wordless poem because words fail me words like exquisite words like euphoric loosen their ballast and rise from the tongue as hot air balloons to be swallowed by renegade clouds in a carousel sky words like saffron and sublime silken sumptuous words like plump pillows stuffed with lavender kisses, embroidered with heathered hopes strewn across an opium bed fold in on themselves, falling away from my […]

In July of 2000, I drove myself to Daytona Beach, 20 minutes west of my house in muggy, Central Florida to see Disney’s new film “The Kid.” I love most anything with Bruce Willis and the previews for this film were particularly fetching. I bought some Raisinets and settled into my chair in the darkened theater. The hour-and-a-half celluloid passed in a blink. This is what happened in the dark: The main character in the film, Russ Duritz, a sharp, clean cut, professional image consultant, who is about to turn forty, meets up with his pudgy, lisping, unkempt eight year […]