203 East 4th

As part of his on-going celebration of National Poetry Month, Jeffery posted one of my chapbook poems on his blog. I wrote it a long time ago, back when I was in the workshop and living on Madonna's old street, pining for some now forgotten emotionally distant lanky rakish boy. I'm glad Jeffery chose this particular sonnet. Both Dan and I are seriously missing NYC and looking forward to returning for a week in May.

Washington Square Park, Spring 2004