Still in the absence of wind and cosmic touch lies the lonely prints with earth above as witness, but there’s no confetti raining down, where noise becomes still.

I used to take the Strassenbahn from my apartment to my work where I was paid to focus on odd books as an accounting clerk.

She hadn't met a man Who could easily Lift her off her feet, Make her float in mid-air Above the trees,

I paint a Flemish scene of bristly trees and hard-packed snow between two frozen streams. In this our northern winter land I freeze

I know that hat, although I don’t know Paige. When I was ten, and not quite at the age when girls start questioning their style decisions

I’ve lived in France for decades but still feel an outsider. Born in St. Thomas, I had Jewish parents of Creole-color, wealthy merchants who never approved of my valuing