For Nola

While squeezing the juice
of half a lemon
into the stir fry,
I hear a man

A Light Rail

What this city needs is
a fully-integrated-public-

When Harry met Ripley

We’re lying in bed and she’s telling me about how she’s just arrived on an old steamboat at the trading post and it’s very hot and she’s wearing totally the wrong outfit.

You never know your luck

OK. This is what happens.

She says: I’m really going to rationalise my life.

[emptying the drawer onto the bed]

Mad Monday

All the crazies are out today
after a weekend without
or too much.