This; And also that

Reflection number 1.
It’s just a matter of time before “Happy Feet: The Musical” hits Broadway. So if, like me, your chest starts to constrict at the thought of 100 people tap dancing their hearts out while wearing penguin suits, … Read on Macduff...

(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.

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… Read on Macduff...

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 … Read on Macduff...

The deer liked to race around this particular meadow. Maybe it was the grass. Or the smell of the grass. Or the smell of last year’s deer. Whatever the pull, the meadow was packed with deer, and they were running.… Read on Macduff...

I am the just fy
the optional information
the only information
you do not need
to act on me.
Have no fear old friend.
No change no motion
no response
required.
Remain as you were
more or less
absorb me … Read on Macduff...

and really might well do if I left him alone in the house for twenty minutes, a partial list:

• turn on the burner, light things on fire.
• shave off all his hair, put it in the sink to clog it

Steer clear of the drunk barber. His
blade sways. He shaves shapes
in the air.

Putting on the ritz everlasting.
Broad headed. Forever young.
Frankenstein.

Most of the press requests I get nowadays have to do with my ongoing “Bands-I’ve-Seen Project.” I’m sure you’ve stumbled on coverage of it while clicking past Entertainment Tonight, or read articles about it in The New Yorker. … Read on Macduff...