And then before you know it, it’s Week 5, regarding the diverting comments posted by the readers of this agreeable history.
Much sound and fury this week regarding potential casting and music for the movie. And out of that … Read on Macduff...
Vocabulary turn
After a while
they wanted to get so used to it
they’d have
a different word for each kind of rain
say, one for fine-pointed rain
that comes down
light and silky
one for thick drops where the rain is … Read on Macduff...
Starfish Sucking on My Nose: The Musical
A few days ago, So-Called Bill posted a comment saying “I’ll pay you five dollars to write a song called ‘Starfish Sucking on My Nose.'”
Well. Never let it be said that I won’t write a song called “Starfish Sucking … Read on Macduff...
The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 4
Welcome to Week 4 on ye olde deathmarche, which recounts the fierce and uncomon battle for mugnet glory waged by nineteen travelers, and other events.
Some good debate this last week on the pleasures of DQ. I’m still having … Read on Macduff...
Sliding toward Sandy Hook
I am inclined seaward.
Tilted at my desk
with my hair
saltwater soaked.
Seaweed, of course.
There’s a mussel in each ear.
and a starfish sucking on my nose.
Five equal segments hath the starfish.
No heart, nor brain, nor … Read on Macduff...
The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 3
Welcome to Week 3, in which are found the disparate comments of the mug-net inclined, along with other unexpected epistles. Speaking of which, 26 people are still mug-net qualified. Jinkies!
On each of these ‘marches so far, I’ve especially dug … Read on Macduff...
Would you like something to drink?
No
he said,
I’m topped off with liquids.
And it was like
he was bragging.
The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 2
Welcome to Week 2, which tells of the second sally our heroes made from their native land. The first week featured a frenzied dialog, particularly on the heated subject of magnets v. mugs. Speaking of which, it looks like around … Read on Macduff...
Flea Market Fandango, 1985
Bladed stars
shuriken with bright black tips
spread out wide against soft cassis cardboard like bats
behind a glass case.
I’m shopping from a safe distance.
Five feet back, where the merchant
can’t catch my breath.
Ten minutes or so … Read on Macduff...