Book o’ Verse

…by guest poet Shonny Vortex. In my blue house Everyone is I, I Talking about themselves In my blue house Hearts bang on your head With drum sticks And stars twinkle In the daytime And fish swim into your mouth So you can eat them And flowers grow out Of your head And people have … Read more

a moment to mourn. that’s all.

And a long line of enthusiastic neatly dressed retirees. They’re pressing toward the front. And now they’re strip-mining the table saying: tell me sell me how to stop time.

At every gas stop along the way, he pulls out trash with his wallet. A scrunched up sheet of off-white paper and a smaller one – a post-it. Out, up for air and then he bends over to close a hand on them and pull them back up off the shadow stained concrete where they … Read more

Talking with her about her brother’s death years back now. And it’s the first time we talked. She just had a kid first kid last month my son’s almost four good guy big boy. Their house looks the same even the table even the carpet and I tell her that. The house even smells the … Read more

Tonight in his sleep, Sam said: “He wants a chocolate Gogurt and to fight bad guys.” He said it a couple of times. Always like that — in the third-person. And then he fell back asleep. And I say: Congratulations! Enemies of evil! Congratulations! Gogurt people! International chocolate conspiracy! You own part of my child’s … Read more

He wasn’t very smart, or very rich, or very successful. But he was six-foot-three. And at parties, he would slide up silent behind his smarter, richer, more successful, better-looking friends. Head to head. Back to back. And hang out for a while.

He said we’re longing for a simpler time something easy refreshing familiar a malt shop. He said the polyester backlash is still in progress.

Last night I saw the best argument for 6 billion of us. A musician so talented. You don’t get one so talented if there are 600 of us. Or 60 million. You need really big numbers. So maybe that”s why. Or at least that’s why it’s OK sometimes. For example: Last night.

The hallways smell like paper and scissors and elmer’s glue and parents roaming around inspecting the tile quietly comparing notes amid sneaker skid boom. This is America. We come here from different countries, from different cultures. We speak different languages. But there are two words we all understand. And those words are: “multipurpose room.”