I went to a drum circle next night under the full moon in May, scotch broom and lilacs blooming. One does not inhale such aphrodisiacs without losing one’s balance. There were children of druids and pagans and stregas from lands over the sea, lands beyo

Foolish boy, you chose your parents poorly-

The pristine Hudson's/waters dance in the dark of/the East River's rinse.

Let’s say you know so little about me. Like whose idea of a joke to name me Hideo for excellent male. Or why I hang out at triangle Park, ogling expatriates or crusty punks.

“I'm thinking about math class,” she said. “The solution to three factorial.” “Easy,” Leo said.

I’m deathly afraid of the pub crawls of my ancestors, through Bohemia and Fitzrovia because of the ghosts of alcohol already etched inside my veins and the headlong loss of oxygen

We lie sleepless at night, enraged,/ and finger the keyboard

It was by the well on one cold early spring morning

“Choices overwhelmed us,” Thomas continued, years later, “like waves crashing.”

THE man in the tent with the stick points to the chart on the wall and says to us all: the stats point to the end of the war by the end of the fall. A just war, not just oil. Just then Allah's shadow comes over the scene. He's here to stiffen his troops with some …

“A shibboleth is a test—a way to separate da wheat from da chaff that's as old as the Bible, but as new as the latest trend in men's fashions,” Gus says.

Shadows from a star Never too close Never too far

israeli flares light gaza/ casting incandescent nudity/ upon jumbled puzzle piece buildings.

Xanax, A hand gun, And the courage to pull the trigger

I want you closeI want to feel youinside me,softening me untilmy borders are blurredand I'm hardly breathing,my heart swellingso big itbrings me to my knees,I want to know thepain of losing youeach time youclose your eyes andgo to sleep anddream of someone else,I want to…