The doves clock in at Piazza San Morco for their morning shift Cats slit their eyes – eager to fatten She makes a promise, a pledge Winking at you on a moody piece of glass At noon the emperor emerges to sunbathe – nude The taste of burnt paella mingles with crisp, sizzling cold water…

The cough behind me squeezed me forward. We shuffled down. Distinctly I tried not to glance at my phone. I was on time – early even – the sun not even glancing off the storm windows up above. Fluorescent light cast a pall over the proceedings. “Shoes”, droned one agent. I re-checked my identification, a…

I hum under the velvet sheen of oil Splayed across my 78 matte black members Some keys sit distant, isolated for years, dormant but bright asdfjkl;  purring as a tiger cub, Crouched to leap in to the Jungian Clacking like a curious baby duck through the leaves off the banks of the Susquehanna Ignoring the…