I rush through the serpentine corridors of the metro to get to line 4 in time to catch the last train home. It’s late and I’ve had a few...

1 Just the other day you bedazzled me again, Turned me into a child-tourist, Gaping with wonder at Notre-Dame Under an impossibly blue...

I lumber into the train and hasten to the corner seat automatically, the only place where I can lean my head and doze off at the end of a...

She comes running on to the metro platform as if from nowhere, aware of the movie-like quality of her entrance. Her hair is brown and...

"I like poems that rhyme", you told me, proceeding to explain some obscure kind of French quatrain that was beyond me. It was a cold...

After lovemaking there is that texture in the air like moisture, but dry. ineffable, untouchable. already you have forgotten the feel of...

goodnight, child sleep well. the moon is smiling on you, and the stars wink, blink, at your radiant beauty childlike, surprised. and the...