As we ramp up production here at the house of Vortex, I’ll be aiming to post a tune every week or two. Today’s is a collaborative effort recorded a few months back and written in the key of Leon Russell. … Read on Macduff...
Cecil Vortex
They’re chatting
they're chatting in front of the register lit softly by streetlight
and if you only saw the look on his face
her back to you
her hands on her hips
straight black hair sliding over
casual tilt
you'd never guess… Read on Macduff...
Order, two drinks:
espresso, green tea.
I mean, seriously.
How much more married
can you be?
x-post: And the monkey, and the vortex, and the money of it all
There’s an all-new audio-fun episode ready for your easy-downloading goodtimes over at ye olde Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. Drop by and check out The Winsor McCay Sketchbook: Money, written by Tony “King” Jonick and starring Bill “also King” … Read on Macduff...
wandering thought
please don't call on me.
I'm writing poetry.
Sunday, Midtown
Trying to cover the three of us with one umbrella.
My naked hand out for a cab full-body soaked as that car roared by
and I was wet and cold and pissed.
Then giving up counting our change to catch… Read on Macduff...
Banana Hands
I think most of us have been there at one time or another. I know I have. And I don’t mean that metaphorically either.
Here’s a piano/vocal song about those times, and what we were thinking. And maybe even a … Read on Macduff...
Three-year-old salmon
Yesterday
I really let him jump on me
let him throw himself into me
like some red-headed salmon
and me the current
his feet slapping the waves.
He was laughing, slap-laughing
and flying, slap-flying.
And then I was the sand… Read on Macduff...
A poem one of my ancestors might have written, but I feel this way too
When it's all clouded over thick, sheep's belly wool blocking out stars and sky you have to think: Shit! We're screwed!
Now we'll never see the aliens when they come to eat our brains out.
He talks
He talks in a low hum
with no air between the words.
He fills all the space.
He fills all the space.
Hefillsallthespace.
He’s like crickets.