kitchen talk

we are an interesting family unit here in the Shtetl. we break bread, make tea, talk weed, depravity and puppies. I enjoy my time here

this is a poem I wrote today in a workshop at the Hyde Park Art Center. it was inspired by my obsession with design and a photo of a deck, a pool and some shrubbery


You spin me

And I come sailing

Sliding along the slope

of your deck

like a child in socked feet

Your blue sky
electric and chlorified

appears reflected in an empty pool

And the shrubs that you tended
blur my eyes

I wonder who is the architect of your
design

And who loves the spiral, the curve, sweep

and the unnatural that translates nature as much as I