for Ohad Naharin You can listen to music with your eyes closed, but you cannot watch dance with your eyes closed.   When I was young, I...

I saw the true face of humanity– Masses gathering, phones alight, Recording, photographing the scene, Loudly, excitedly chattering about...

Rochester  We walked across the bridge to Genesee    but didn’t walk into the brewery.     Then we walked further, a little later, a mile...

To Fill Their Glasses Once Again Allen Ginsberg, Walt Whitman and  Frederico Garcia Lorca  walk into a bar. That’s all. No joke. Just one...

and by the time we order drinks she’s lit two cigarettes.   She says, (while breathing in smoke from harbor fires),   Glo-ree days! Says,...

Into the Land of Nod Genesis 2:1 Thus the heavens and the earth were finished,                         and all the host of them Her...

SNOWSCAPE Flakes gathered  on a stone, on a leaf, on the arm of a lawn chair left out. A coating of snow, I suppose I could say. Yet ...

birthday toads children laugh singing sapo verde to you, some  green jumped-up  gringo from the top rope hit with a steel chair when the...

my body [01100010 01101111 01100100 01111001] is only 2 states of being a 1 or 0 follow my line of symmetry & it becomes [01100010...

Hallowed Be Thy Shape After the Lord’s Prayer   My body, which art on earth, Hallowed be thy shape; Thy touch come; Thy body be loved In...

Make me a bookmark. You can leave me  folded in, forgotten, because one woman’s trash is  another woman’s bookmark. And I will spread ...

rebirth of eve Grow your own ribs this time. Your heart isn’t meant to be caged by anything but your own bones. When your being is borne...

I am particles. Mist. Smack. Ice flakes. Grit. Ash. Floating fur. Loose and moving you can put your hands  Through me Snag on hard places...

crashed into the foreign door of a person i’ve met and i don’t know at all watched your hand around a mug and counted times you kept it...

Time Time loops like scalloped embroidery; rises, billows, then rejoins its stem – like on the head of a blooming flower, each petal is...

Time is a white but yellowing thing. I’ve got an ibuprofen bottle packed with psilocybin And a mind packed to the brim with thoughts I...

I Waited For An Ice Age I was told it would come; as I closed my book amid strawberry vapours ready to leave two came at once yes to be...

Leopard print Grease My small cat daughter, Simone Leather Sugar My large cat son, Lugosi The Tom of Finland men who live in my sinew and...

eternity beacons   a motorcycle cracks the crowd finds silence   the dark lamp sears white through dark days, bright nights   whispering...

Mark Twain on growing old: Beats not. James B. Nicola is a returning contributor to RF.   The latest three of his eight full-length...