Tea and Toast with Honey (in A♭)

Tail-end of October, scat rain on skylight glass, the loosest jazz all afternoon. Too soon the window darkens. Perhaps, in Friedrichshain (between the wars), I wonder, or Whitley Bay, for one more season, a matinée plays for someone taking tea and toast with honey. The street lights come on one by one, a standing ovation, … Continue reading Tea and Toast with Honey (in A♭)

Imagined Matins.

Barely rested, but with fevered beats beneath my skin, I drew her supposed aroma in and out and in again and all around this sleeping creature my world contracted and expanded; and I wondered of her dreaming.   To pass the time I figured cracks, pretended craters, dead seas, frontiered charts across her ceiling. On … Continue reading Imagined Matins.