Author: 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…

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. 0

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…

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…

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…

The Scooby-Doo Conundrum

I just told my kids that Scooby-Doo has a speech defect. But now I’m not sure. Even though the dog speaks and functions in a very human way, is he not still essentially a dog? And given that, should we…