a broad life

one life. three continents. endless possibilities.



The tractor

There the bright orange tractor stood for years waiting through drought and sporadic rains now in the tall pale winter grass   For playground folly and seven years of wonder questioning every broken part pretend repairs drives to nowhere and… Continue Reading →


It’s okay. that the years have passed like seconds in a summer’s day for him they are eternal slow in passing and transformative what stays is here inside curled up under a blanket by the fire and the smell of… Continue Reading →

a new softness

As if blown in by the winds from the east. Tempestuous. portraying an intensity only acquired on cement playgrounds and long subway rides taking us to places we couldn’t afford   long gone are the days of late nights in the… Continue Reading →


It was garbage day or rather rubbish day. Much more eloquent These are new things she learned there the subtleties of language that take the English from Queens and turn it into the Queens English she contemplated this along with… Continue Reading →


Come, look they call as if I don’t sleep and then they are right behind me beside me in front when all I see is in my head numbers dizzying even the most tenacious attempt at presence eludes me as… Continue Reading →


Words do not suffice this task no human mind can conjure up or grasp Speech breaks tears at its own attempt pull and grabs but it will not comprehend That which the body knows it feels Its shakes and throws… Continue Reading →


Freedom exists in the heads of its believers I lie when I speak, when I think what do I think I think I channel old antiquated characters from other’s imaginations I think being gutted must be painful but being torn… Continue Reading →

River wild

Entrance to the world Portal of the soul gushing river A pessimistic child you’ve borne with angst and pain it breathes and hides its mortal soul beneath its withered leaves. i.i.©

The Two

Like threads of copper and gold that curl and twist as if to defy gravity They glow as if they themselves emitted light and I find myself transfixed by them, by you and him. Four years have come and gone… Continue Reading →


I didn’t think so at the time but now I know better. Today at least Now The grass in the desert isn’t as green Muted. thirsty. like us On our toes edging forward fighting the prevailing wind I trust this… Continue Reading →

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