Holsten’s – A Poem

I wrote this shortly after finding out about the death of James Gandolfini in 2013 Shiny red leather seat, like red velvet cake so rich you gain 5 pounds from just looking at it, empty, reserved for a former, special guest. It was here the screen went to black, where expectation, consternation, and verbal vivisection … Continue reading Holsten’s – A Poem