I Saw It
That tree at night is so beautiful. I saw it. I saw the beauty. I claim this vision with my artist’s eye. My eye so true you crave to see the beauty I see. You pose and claim you saw it too. You didn’t see it.
Cecil Vortex
Escobar’s Cold
Escobar couldn’t hear so good. His cold — the same cold he was complaining about last month — had taken root now, deep inside the curly spots that led from ears to brain. You might think he would open his eyes wider to compensate, to pull in extra visual cues. But he was going the … Read more
Belated Reflections on the Animated Feature “Happy Feet”
Reflection number 1. It’s just a matter of time before “Happy Feet: The Musical” hits Broadway. So if, like me, your chest starts to constrict at the thought of 100 people tap dancing their hearts out while wearing penguin suits, just consider this fair warning. The time to implant that cyanide capsule in molar #32 … Read more
By request: Carl Sandburg
(It’s not every day that someone asks you to write a short poem about Carl Sandburg.) Carl Sandburg was a dangerous man always creeping around on little cat feet infecting people with TB.
Blue coffee
You gotta let it fly spread it around your community like spilling blue coffee on your neighbors, the family a cup of the “things I’m bummed about” grind. After all, if everyone has a blue coffee stain on their shirt who’s going to get all in your face about that blue coffee stain on your … Read more
My One-Word Review of Joanna Newsom’s “Ys”
Haftarah-tastic.
First, the flash
on the plane ride home that I might be the one who dies young — that flimsy-bodied office worker whose organs gave out. Then the smiling round retired banker capturing me at the local tea shop telling me only the rich are happy that I don’t really know Orange County that I’m due for a … Read more
The Against the Day Deathmarch Pause That Refreshes
Back in January aught 5 a hardy band of pioneer types set forth on what some say was the very first blog-based literary deathmarch — the so-called “Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch,” in which a crew of modern day Lewis and Clark types banded together and managed, over five months, to read an extremely difficult book. Two … Read more
Whiskey plush
He achieves a softer plush with his face letting the gray grassy mass accumulate. Short enough he will not chew a whiskey growth a little moss. Something to rub at during meetings. that won’t come come off on the fingers.
Dance party tonight
Would you like to dance? A gazillion years later would you still like to dance? Put on high boots and a dangerous skirt? Are you addicted to garbage this weekend? Age inappropriate? Will you shake that thing? And are you all the rage again?