Hanging Out One morning I decided that I wasn’t going to wait for cancer, an accident, dementia, or suicide to finish this trip called life. No longer interested in writing, dancing, teaching, sex, eating, drinking and such, I climbed the tallest tree in the park dressed in my finest nakedness. I sat in the neck…

Angel of Mercy Sitting on the saddle of a crescent moon the Angel of Mercy looks down upon this wretched jewel of the universe called Earth. This angel of great powers weeps for the castaways who suffer indignities that are too much to bear and who seek release from their tormentors. The Angel of Mercy…

For a brief moment we escape to an afternoon of delight as boys and girls clutching one another peering over shoulders viewing the expanding shadow of daily responsibilities and a baby cries a child weeps a baby sitter looks at her watch all waiting.

My gypsy woman where have you gone tonight? Have you flown to a crescent moon cradled in the arms a wandering minstrel strumming his guitar to the melody of your voice? Or have you passed through a village where the wailing sound of a tango waltz fills the air and soon surrounds your body in…