It is 12:20 in New York a Friday  three days after Bastille day, yes  it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine

Western Wind, when will thou blow,  The small rain down can rain?

[via] When I discovered The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot, my idea of poetry not only changed but the poem made me feel so much. Reading…

[Image via] Namra told me about a poetry reading he thought I might want to go to. It turned out to be a reading for the winners of…

We were sisters in light of youth’s desires.  Until marriage, the clown of sorts sliced us apart.