Doodles on Cocktail Napkins, by jgonzalez and myself, at Sauce, in NYC, on a june night

The H.M.S. Another Ship


Very much not a J

The a Chair, by jgonzalez

A fishplane.

omnipresent

The moon, gaudy and conspicuous,
gloating over her secrets
secretly spying on
midnight lovers,
giggling and naive.
Smiling her sordid sneer
waiting
with the mouth
of Alexander the Great
to consume the incautious couple.
who, believing themselves alone,
play, unabashed in their
tender, young, culpable love
while Artemis makes herself
common and cheap.