Book o’ Verse
Scribble
Some books you keep for the inscription, not for the book. The spine on your shelf reminds you of the moment they gave you that present, the feeling of something landing when you opened it later that night. I mean, Herman Wouk is not your thing. Never became your thing. But you can see the … Read more
Now Available: The Lavender Lemonade Is Back
Hi all, I wanted to let you know that a collection of my poems and stories is now available on Amazon in print and kindle! I thought I’d reshare the title poem here, which was originally about the joy of lemonade and coffee shops. Over time it became about other things that go away and … Read more
Chicken Apple
Eating a chicken apple sausage is like eating a chicken sausage while some guy pokes little pieces of apple in my mouth. And I’m like hey: just let me eat this chicken sausage, mister.
The gift of boxes
An underrated skill. The ability to enjoy the sky, a perfect book a wonderful chat a cup of tea, if that’s your thing. Not a case of denial. Just watching the news, making plans and then taking out your boxes. These ancient things. “Look at him. Look at her,” they might say: “Check out that … Read more
Write what we know
Wondering about all the quarantine screenplays that are being written right now in smallish spring apartments with open windows where people perhaps don’t bother zipping up their flies as much as they normally would. The romcoms sure about falling in love on Zoom, but also the quarantine buddy comedies the online detective stories the psychedelic … Read more
“Rotting frame” (take 1, for Nonny)
The line that gives way over time to oxygen and new molecules, bumbling about That softens delineation with a hand that jumps That leaves smudgeframed, then unframed a thing you asked to live inside a rectangle (“hey, won’t you please live inside this awesome rectangle?”) Until that frame is zap-gone and that thing is just … Read more
“Rotting frame” (take 2, also for Nonny)
as a thing that deserves extra meaning, how could we use this phrase and you’d all follow? Such as: “My head today, and your voice. My head, that rotting frame…” and you’d know we meant the lines were shaky, there was too much give and you were breaking in while I was away and drinking … Read more
you know what rarely goes well?
throwing someone their cappuccino. the air doing its best to keep things collected, to create a charmed path. ceramic following after, or sometimes leading in a tumble heart-shaped froth fanning out toward my waiting grip.
Always starting
Johnny was always starting gangs but he rarely finished them. Which explained all those half-formed gangs hanging around town looking for Johnny. Not really sure. What to do next.