I will be different, ever so slightly. Won't I?
A short piece on sitting on my grandfather's shoulders, watching the trains go by.
In the liminal spaces between the two withins, bodies talk, through touch, speech, taste and sight.
You may know all this already, but in this moment you are me – a ghost of my past.
A poem about people watching on the New York City subway.
This poem makes us think about why we date – to find connection or just look for a story to tell?
'Now that it is over, you say, we must know how good it was'