Buono appetito

Wine flows. Dish after dish.
Risotto. Porcini. Quail.
Fullness ensues. Yum.

http://www.gianonyc.com/

A heart grows in Brooklyn

Brooklyn. Tree lined blocks.
Cafes, boutiques, and fine food.
Brownstones and good people.

Dear MTA, A tribute to NY's underground rail world

A monopoly.
I need you, but I hate you.
You win. Take me to Brooklyn.


Rats. Fat and filthy.
Run on the tracks. Rummaging.
Dine on New York's fine cuisine.


F stands for funky.
Converse sneakers. Skinny jeans.
All hipsters aboard.

empty expectations

abandoned alone
feel so small, unimportant
selfish thoughtlessness

Remembering, home from school

Sick day at Grandma's
Cozy under the covers
Matzoh brie in bed

Emma

A true loving smile
Thoughtful, witty, endearing
I loved my Grandma

is it really about timing

no bull shit, no games
chemistry and commitment
why is it so hard?

formulated a while back, long long ago...

tough times

in your time of need
hearts open, tears fall, love endures
you friends are revealed

written 2/18/10

I grieve...

Hollow and empty
My tears run dry in sorrow
My heart pulls in pain