She gave me a car and I turned it
into an ashtray. Tapping one hand out
the window the white flakes
floating off onto my pants.
“I saw Dan. He was smoking in the car.”
And I don’t blame anyone. … Read on Macduff...
"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
She gave me a car and I turned it
into an ashtray. Tapping one hand out
the window the white flakes
floating off onto my pants.
“I saw Dan. He was smoking in the car.”
And I don’t blame anyone. … Read on Macduff...
The trout-spread gluten-free bread
toast was good
but I’ll be honest with you.
I experienced it as great.
And I’m trying to figure out why.
Previously, it had been spectacular.
The kind of trout-spread gluten-free bread
toast you tell people … Read on Macduff...
In Holland back in the 70s… Read on Macduff...
most of the houses didn't do Halloween
so my mom would drive us around town
looking for lit lanterns in windows.
There might be three or four blocks of driving
before we spotted a
There comes a time when
shoe-tying is
serious business.
High stakes.
Like, I’m starting to think
all my shoe-tying up till now
was just about
getting ready for
< bends >
< ties >
< upright >
like that.
Take off your glasses Dan
let the trees blur
soft let the sound
cotton fluff let
the smell haze pulse
let your thoughts
melt like a plastic bag
you flicked with a lighter so
the words drop and
splash the … Read on Macduff...
Post-it notes in the air.
Finding his way
from the east side, near Grand Central
to a friend’s place in Brooklyn
over the Manhattan Bridge
by foot.
Everyone was walking in the same direction.
Finding your rhythm
there are familiar patterns you can scratch at
to remind yourself
your feet are your feet.
You drag them along in new sneakers
no matter what sidewalk
you’re pounding
it’s still
those same toes.
Is there a case to be made
a first affirmative delivered in defense
of collating those second-rate thoughts
you might not see again (or even miss)?
Shake them out of your hands, those
drops of borrowed blue electric ink
to … Read on Macduff...
A beep from the phone
a text from someone and
why not let it sit? Perhaps it wants to sit.
Maybe it will
ferment or blossom decay
or dissolve
into a small pinch of
dirt in your slacks
given
enough … Read on Macduff...
Wonderful, powerful, important words
I found today in Deuteronomy:
“for our lasting good.”
“Our” in this case, a people. Not a person.
“Lasting,” to think past the moment.
Now there — there is a phrase worth diagramming.
Worth pondering, worth … Read on Macduff...