I am thinking of you. You know, that time you … well, perhaps it’s best I not go into it here. But I know you remember. I remember what you wore, What we ordered, what we sent back to the kit...
Neighbors feed the cats, feral and the otherwise. The rats wait their turn.
You will know them when you see them; stumbling into the bananas at the grocery, spilling coffee on themselves outside the cafe, kissing a dog on a leash, tagging their name on some building but ...
https://swilsonmills.wordpress.com/2019/04/01/conspire-with-fools/
Middle of April, bare branches. I expected better news by now.
It was my first autumn in Hamtramck and I needed a haircut. I picked the first barbershop on Conant. A small storefront; two chairs, and one Bosnian barber. He already had a guy in the barber cha...
https://swilsonmills.wordpress.com/2018/04/09/waiting-with-mohammed-for-a-haircut/
Joe used to live down the block from me with his dog Momma. Upstairs apartment. Then last summer, the woman who lived below just decided to throw a Molotov Cocktail through her own living room wi...
https://swilsonmills.wordpress.com/2018/04/08/shootin-craps/
Outside, snow on car/ Dang. It is April, with gusts./ Snow and Trump. Tea first.
When winter came last year I crawled into my den crawled into my bed and mostly slept. Oh, I came out to go to the market and to an occasional art opening (bears like art) but mostly it was hiber...
With the world going to hell in a jet-fueled baby carriage, Jimmy and I looked at each other and said simultaneously, “It’s time to leave the planet.” While Jimmy worked secretly in his bac...
https://swilsonmills.wordpress.com/2018/04/04/backyard-space-station/
I fully intended to start posting poems on April 1, but when my new housemate finally decided to move in on April 1, well, poem writing went out the window. New kitchenware, new furniture, clothe...
https://swilsonmills.wordpress.com/2018/04/04/the-muse-will-throw-a-curveball/