A hundred eyes look upon us but they cannot see us Two bridges in fog and no one to cross them
It's almost impossible to fathom the number of people— of individuals, families— that fill the buildings of New York City. Five boroughs filled with I don't know how many buildings; and many if not most of those buildings contain anywhere from six to twenty-six apartments or more. Every window may represent a person. It boggles… Continue reading Looking upon rooftops from a bird’s eye view
Saturday evening, perhaps twenty minutes before the arrival of some friends, as I sat on the Queen Anne, a shadow shape limped into my peripheral. I said Mouse! And then my tone changed immediately as I saw him slump to a stop on the floor just a few feet from me, and close his eyes.… Continue reading A doubtful guest arrived just before those invited
This morning I woke to find a black bird walking around in my kitchen. When I walked in, she startled and flew smack into the window a couple of times. I opened a screen for her, but she flew into the living room and affixed herself to a screen before I got another one open… Continue reading The bird in my kitchen, and other prophecies
I still rather like this one; Probably could use more editing, but that's generally the case. In places more frequented by stars Night is a vast and velvet thing- An arcing mass, abyss from which the wisps of dreams are rent or born — to which their unreckoned ellipses return at first light or break of… Continue reading An old bit of writing, again.