with the hundred lavander and yellow
were in my garden
down to the basement
where the family of foxes
and the realator
brought the couple down
now the property is off the market...
Poems by Francy Stoller
Lately I've revieved the scenario-We use each other -there I am and here you are-expecting the other to understand-but we don't know anymore-the isolation exposes our basic need of other people-you accuse me I 'm jealous-this dead end path leaves us frustrated and in a dreamworld which bases the past on the current.
Almost three weeks since MJ HITS THE HIGH ROAD. The avatars still in place/we have transcended the malaise of our own inter-relationship. We still carry the burdens of our own individual mediums. It is this cross reference which gives us light and hopefully not 'FLIGHT" Tomorrow we fly to TORONTO/a city not far from where our hearts stood still/Pab and Ben le
arned to walk/ALO and Danielle entered the world.
withthe Bronxite who works concession/the heart of Manhattan's workforce-Bronx SPINE
Blackberry caves of stickling wine/ purple prickly bushes/ clinging on the gargantuan trees/ the creatures/arms and legs draped on the roadside / headless monsters