Sleepwalking – Page 4

Half Moon Bay

Wind spume sand coldness Of tide tailing my father’s Bare toes, same as mine Half Moon Bay, California: watercolor

O your sugared stickiness gleams from within the display glass as if inside an incubator fast asleep from the perils of mixers and deep-fryers and the hands that formed you sculpted by a smooth sheen of sweet and lovingly laid on paper so the dough remains porously tender and warm, springy and lush How IContinue reading “Ode to a Glazed Donut”

Bike ride

Under the El train stereos pound out from open doors mattress shops and pawnbrokers with big commercial red lettering Women push shopping carts, slowly lurch toward intersections the heat of spring has died down into wind which rallies assortments of bags into the air and flaps shop signs to and fro (Madame Zenda Sees All) WeContinue reading “Bike ride”