Travel Villanelle

Airplane, airplane, where are you taking me, Strange beddings, another home I do not know... This dying man, this skeleton, aching to be free? A shadow slipping along a moon lit Baltic sea, Fevered mind and aching back, towards some lost hope I go... Airplane, airplane, where are you taking me? What would you have of … Continue reading Travel Villanelle



Scudding in metal tubes, breathing in recycled breaths. Spinning turnstiles, merry go rounds, bladed pinwheels. My hands cut open by edged receipts, boarding passes, desperate sketches from forlorn children... missed baseball games, concerts, birthdays and... that soup of missed connections, strange coin, the stares of strangers. Uncomfortable fat neighbor spilling over armrest, we're moaning as … Continue reading Air