Hello from San Francisco!!
I've been doing capsule reports for you for MyWordRadio...... joining the collective at rrrants, in anticipation of my being in the British Isles this summer.

audio link
http://www.firefallmedia.com/russian-hill.html

video link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xw6c2U1qaYU    
 
novel link
http://www.firefallmedia.com/pseudonymous-series-tm.html
(so far all books in the series are mine)

Brush Strokes
A line of license plates
like a hinged snake
rising to hiss at the view,
tempers boiling like radiators
all the way to the top,
where manicured travelers wait
to weave themselves dizzy downhill,
hovering first for
a view of three bridges
linking peninsula mountains
across blue valleys of bay.
 
Russian Hill is a sea rock
of starfish escaping
flatworms.
 
The loose bricks of Lombard
Street clatter like rolling
stones in a shallow stream bed.
 
Cable cars come the steeper way.
The only hills west are waves.

When the sun sets,
I live in a Chinese
lantern: the bamboo
blinds, the glaring
bay windows, walls
streaked with still
fire, her ginger hair
haloed in the deep-red
light after a heavy rain
fever the room around
me. I've stared too long.
The sun collides with
cloud-mountains and
stops level with my eyes.
Black swans land.