The cats are on the roam inside their kitty dome, with bed, bored, string and boxes they create their self-styled home, where outside view’s essential and proximity to heat. When they think residential, everything outside is … Read more
Look out you Saudis. Look out, Iran. Big Joe’s not gaudy, America’s man. Cool out your nut stuff. We’ll make a deal. We don’t just talk tough. We’ll make you feel. We can hug later. … Read more
Goose Tatum, Goose Gossage and Goose Goslin used to get in their best vee formation and chase Ducky Medwick, George Crowe, Robin Roberts, Hawk Harrelson and Jose Cardenal around the field. Occasional drop ins by … Read more
Menlo Park. Menlo Park. Ain’t no Edison there. Thought I’d find him with Rodin. No one seems to care. Where is Tom? The bulbs are dim. Conserve your energy. I came out here to find … Read more
Once upon a winter’s day, a man fell through the snow. He’d plunged into a well-sized hole, a spot he did not know. When climbing out proved too much task, he just looked to survive. The … Read more
Goodnight kids. O goodnight kids. It’s time now for going to sleep. Just drop yourselves down into seams of dreams and cuddle, all warm, in the deep. Then wake up in the morning, to a newly … Read more
Critter dropped his life’s work down the Walpole Prison sink. Wasn’t twenty minutes ‘fore the pipe began to stink. The warden came, said, ‘Who’s to blame?” We said, “Who do you think?” Then they saw … Read more
Climbing up ladders in a play about dreams, vague bones in bright costume shuffle to and from the earth, like wallowing stars. An artist severs his tongue with question marks. Fighting is an invasion of … Read more
Obfuscating turtle mouth. Spine weaker than his chin. Dolorous tone of his lies. The south just rose again. Oh, sure, he did just what you said, but didn’t break the law. Hundreds hurt and several dead. … Read more
Put him in the hot seat. Make him tell us why he orchestrated riot where several had to die. His tweets were law to followers. His voice was their command to march down to the … Read more
Mole rats should be the official mascot of the ‘republican’ party, to be sold at the gallery concession store, some in tiny shirts with stop the steal and such rat poop as befitting. Not shitting. Inside … Read more
My life hours are packed haphazardly, flung down a tube of inside upside-down, then reshuffled with unexpected stops. And, when I’m asked to cut, I really want to cut.