She bops down to the beach to dance in the sand by the water the seaweed brittle and he trips aback and nearly falls like the drunken sailor in the shanty “Ho! No! Thar she blows!” She desires to dance politely he wants to throw the bottle into the waves they bouncing round two junksContinue reading “What Shall We Do With a Drunken Surfer”
Welcome to Delete City Without a Past Population: Zero. Your drive thru will be deleted upon Exit. But the place is bustling with buskers and hawkers walkers and tricksters, Bills and Hanks, Waynes and Millys, Saras and Dolittles, venues to eat, drink, shop til you drop, but No Accumulating. Tune to KDEL for the latestContinue reading “Delete City”
He turns to an empty whiskey barrel, wondering if there is life on the red planet, or under the Venus cloud cover, or inside her granny panties. He reaches for his watering can, always a few drops to go, dribbles a few words of too late love. They sit across the bar from one another,Continue reading “In Another Clean, Well-Lighted Place”
Older then, one more yesterday notched into this haggard wasted belt, tight about, turning in the widening gut, but must be the clothes, despondent, I seem, up the block quirky bobber says, and I think he’s talking shit on my writing, but no, he says, your mien, like a traveler lost his way, fearful forgedContinue reading “Theatrical”
Across the street from the Estate Sale, there’s talk if it’s a teardown, while a couple of bushtits build a hanging nest in a paperbark maple, coming and going through the perfect hole at the top of the sack woven with string, spider web, tiny twigs and grassy strands yarned around. “Go easy,” she yearned.Continue reading “This bud was for you”
Whorled weary for this world’s woes worsened by winter’s whistling wicked wishes as worrying as this watch of one’s web life ebb, and if that’s not maudlin enough, sick of this car’s cough, too, its needy changes and fillings, its overheated tantrums, leaks, stalls, and traffic jams, the orange cones and potholes and all waysContinue reading “Whorlscope”
Rake the Sentiment: 3 Poems at Cosmopolitan Hotel Cairo. < Click to visit and read.
A new short “misfit” piece is up today at Queen Mob’s Tea House. Check it out?
Sucking on garlic buttery snails, after shooting a Bandersnatch on Crete, drinking a cup of French Alps chestnut-colored wine. We had just jumped from a small airplane, freefalling in a creeping phlox sky losing petals over the hot green valley evening, landing somewhere in France or Italy – we weren’t sure our exact location. WeContinue reading “Belly List”
no point in pointing to the past each momentum passes upon coming in the space between arriving & leaving you learn to breathe to breathe is to fall loose into mattresses of surf full of air bubbles drift to shore with the slow tide as light as moon go in the sky and on theContinue reading “How to Relax”
What is the “relation between literature and life” in Flaubert’s “A Simple Heart”? Maybe just this, that they both might move us to tears. But moving readers to tears may not have been Flaubert’s intent. If readers want to be moved to tears, all they need do is hit the streets, where reality resides, orContinue reading “Flaubert’s “A Simple Heart””