Peace and Quiet
How can one photograph peace and quiet? Is it just a scene without a riot? Does tweeting of the birds count the same as human words? And where put hunting season’s gunshots diet? Because part … Read more
Monthly Archives: June 2019
The News Is In a Fix (6/26)
A waitress in Chicago spit on Eric. Flamingo killer struck dead by a truck. The chief of protocol threatened his workers with a whip. The news is weird today. Seems we’re in luck. Some twenty … Read more
Snoop Web
I just found Google Chrome was spying on my home. It said that I should probably change my shirt. Not only did its sentiment upset them, they said it needed washing for the dirt. The … Read more
Art Kills
He drove a pencil through the webbing of his palm. I needed lead, he said, and then applied a balm. He poured a morning drink, something he called a buffer. He had a firm belief … Read more
Big Red Tie
What do you say to your father, Eric and Don? That all depends if the tape recorder’s on. If it’s rolling, then it’s, Happy Father’s Day! If it’s not, then, What’d Putin send your way? … Read more
Don’t Goad No Toad
I may have killed a toad or two in my day. Twenty thousand egg men got in my way. Besides, they’ve got those warts, and bulbous thighs, of sorts. They’re not as smooth as frogs … Read more
Why We Care for Baudelaire
Pray to Poe for stimulus. Pray to God for apathy. Well wishers and strap holders insinuate in blankness, attack in sleep’s deep hold the webs of forlorn conscience, the broken bridges of neglect. Cross the … Read more
Kilo Gramma
Abandoned old goats hover at the bus stop and the food lines, waiting for some release. The one who spreads the most relief is known to all as Kilo Gramma. She sells small pieces … Read more
We Golden
Fifty years of marriage is like sixty years in jail. There’s some time off for good behavior and love is the bail. There were times came close to crimes and some I don’t remember. But … Read more
May We Suggest Protest?
Thinking about signing a petition calling for a desperate rendition, overcoming our present condition, living as we do in this perdition. All of those who’ve signed it with a tear tend on short notice to … Read more
Thirsty Bird’s Lament
I was parched, but from my perch I saw a peach. My body arched, I made a lurch, ’twas out of reach. And then my wise old owl friend let out a hoot, reminding me … Read more
Whether Forecast
Russia’s orchestrating a new US civil war. And we are recreating Archie Bunker. On one side are gathering the immigrants and poor. On the hill the rich protectors hunker. There’s screaming and crying all over … Read more