… April 10th at the Chelsea Square. I have some questions to ask Bill sent to me by several poets and writers. There is a family eating at the next table chattering away happily. Although I fear Bill won’t be … Continue reading

… April 10th at the Chelsea Square. I have some questions to ask Bill sent to me by several poets and writers. There is a family eating at the next table chattering away happily. Although I fear Bill won’t be … Continue reading
… … My Sisters So what’s love? I’d watch my 2 older sisters Spend hours in front of mirrors, doing things With their lips, incredible! they’d make Their faces look down this way, up that way & why? I’d hear … Continue reading
… The following Saturday, March 20th, was sunny and wonderful. I spent the morning priming my study, hurrying to Janovic Plaza to order some paint, and got over to the Chelsea Square to talk with Bill who arrived looking very … Continue reading
… … I met Bill at the Chelsea Square Restaurant on March 13, 2010 at 3:30 in the afternoon. The day was a stormy downpour. The wind howled down the street first taking one umbrella from me and then the … Continue reading
… Here is Bill reading his poem “Fiction” from his book He Dreams Of Waters. … … Fiction If fiction is necessary what am I doing in this torn dress at this very bus stop he signs in a kind … Continue reading
… As the Labradors black as night splash in The morning light and swim in the current Up to their necks going for the mallards That fly away before they get to them It is about to rain and a … Continue reading
…from NY Chronicles 2001 September 11 Tuesday morning was sunny and fresh, a lovely autumn day that made me happy to be alive as I walked to work at the Island School a few blocks away. I’d been given a … Continue reading
… Last Saturday, September 4, when the traffic got too noisy at Saint Mark’s, Bill and I walked a few blocks across 14th Street to Stuyvesant Park, on the west side of Second Avenue, sat down on a bench where … Continue reading
… In Wuhan, China, summer of 2008, one stormy evening after my poetry workshop, Richard, a young scientist majoring in Physics, offered to walk me back to the hotel sharing his umbrella in the pouring rain as we made it … Continue reading
… It rained constantly the first two weeks I was in Wuhan. Luckily for me, the university goes up the side of a mountain and the flooding happened below. Many people were very unlucky however: property was destroyed and lives … Continue reading
… I admire a poem by Bernadette Mayer called “Tomorrow.” It’s from a book of hers called Scarlet Tanager. The poem is a good prompt to get my ESL students writing about the future and the conditional. In the poem … Continue reading