Peter Schireson: Last Night in the Freshness that Followed a Summer Rain
How we looked into each other, how we danced through vampire nightclubs,
our intentions green and full of desire…
June 16, 2020 · 2 Comments
Peter Schireson: Good Morning
Across the street, Ginkgo
sway in the breeze
like a gospel choir.
February 4, 2020 · Leave a comment
Peter Schireson: Voyage of the Beagle
The guy on the barstool next to m
is wearing a t-shirt that says Mi Taco Es Mi Taco.
I say, “Nice Shirt.”
May 18, 2019 · 1 Comment
Peter Schireson: Woof
I take Buster out for his walk, above us, wild geese fly south, honking, going nowhere, geese without edges, no longer geese. Where did they go? asked Baso. “Away,” Hyakujo … Continue reading
May 3, 2019 · Leave a comment
Peter Schireson: Cauliflower Soup
I try and get it right, how she loves the cauliflower soup in that little Italian place uptown with dark red walls and the grumpy old maitre d’ with … Continue reading
February 2, 2019 · 1 Comment
