When our hearts were beating faster,

I couldn’t catch my breath

& as I sat down, I tried to remember

how good it was with us—

I couldn’t catch my breath

when we danced all night, &

how good it was, with us!

Stopping at the café, I imagined

when we danced all night, &

I suddenly see your face

stopping at the café; I imagined:

What if we did get married?

I suddenly see your face, 

& as I sat down, I tried to remember:

What if we did get married,

when our hearts were beating faster?


Now that it’s officially Winter,
the snow’s falling fast outside
as the wind blows hard and cold.
Not much is going on here—


The snow’s falling fast outside.
Tea is brewing;
not much is going on here—
We make up stories to pass the time.

Tea is brewing,
French toast is fried up.
We make up stories to pass the time;
we bundle up warmly.

French toast is fried up
as the wind blows hard and cold.

We bundle up warmly 
now that it’s officially Winter.

I feel like an alligator since I heard the fatal news.

I want to swim away in the marshes

& to dream I would had touched all the stars

like you did, Major Tom.

I want to throw away my red shoes,

it’s not the time to dance under the serious moonlight,

while Ziggy Stardust plays his mighty guitars.

Don’t you remember standing by the wall, 

pretending we can all be heroes,

& as we kissed,

we prayed that nothing can ever fall?

An innovator, a junkie, a true soul brother

dressed in the latest fashions,

we will miss you in this world & worlds beyond,

as we continue to dream without crying,

when we can all dance again in your name,

cleansed by ashes & the mighty river.

Third day back at work 

in the New Year,

& still, no one’s here.

No good vibrations to play off of—

Even the IT guy on Monday was spooked:

“Dude, it’s too quiet! How can you stand it?”

The knives of the mind are dulled by silence.

Meditation quiets the mind.

But then my muses are bound & gagged

until I stop breathing deep—

I am hungry for voices outside.

Someone’s coming in!

Brain’s now sharper;

I am well again.

She has tempted us before with her skills.

Butter, sugar, flour, salt – what a master baker!

But it was already almost the end of the day;

not a single, fragrant gingerbread Brad 

was to be seen, smelt or tasted.

Will there be chocolate 

laced with orange peel?

Or liquored-up with peppermint rum,

as we curious minds want to lick

& get our midday buzz on…

Homemade fudge? Butterscotch bark?

A nutty delight? Cinnamon Snickerdoodles?

Anticipation’s making me 

(crazy) late & ravenous

Will she be here tomorrow,

the demigoddess of holiday treats?

Snow coming in fast and deep.

Holiday cheer is everywhere.

Even with debt, giving is a good thing,

whether it’s time, love or money.

Holiday cheer is everywhere!

Loved ones are waiting for you—

whether it’s time, love or money,

keep moving—it’s cold outside!

Loved ones are waiting for you.

Constant Comment tea now brewing;

keep moving—it’s cold outside,

but warm sex is on the menu!

Constant Comment tea now brewing;

snow coming in fast and deep

but warm sex is on the menu—

Even with debt, giving is a good thing.

A good, Chag Urim Sameach, we wish for you,

& whatever wishes that might come true—

Next year, in Jerusalem—next year, we’ll be here

together, unmasked—this year, we’re still here

safe & cozy, frying & Zooming with family:

thankful we have each other to talk with, sing & to see. 

Can’t wait to light up the lights

for these 8 crazy nights!

We wish to be healthy & safe this holiday season,

& that love is all around, that’s the reason.