Book Club
The poem I just ingested is already gurgling questions. But my interests are elsewhere invested. Digestion has its own suggestions. My mind has been elsewhere on manhood, pink clouds passing, silence, and time. I think … Read more
The poem I just ingested is already gurgling questions. But my interests are elsewhere invested. Digestion has its own suggestions. My mind has been elsewhere on manhood, pink clouds passing, silence, and time. I think … Read more
How dark will be our Archie’s skin? And will the royals let him in? We should have changed his name, they said. But who calls their own child “Jughead”? They cried about my baby bump. … Read more
Some folks would put people down. Others like to pick ’em up. But the ones should wear a crown are the folks who love a pup. Those in need of an ice melter, are aplenty, get … Read more
When insurrection doesn’t work, try secession, it’s knee-jerk. If your land won’t serve you well, tell those blues to go to hell. Red states can live on their own. Bureaucrats, leave us alone. We are not a … Read more
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
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.
Feed the hungry. Kill the rich. Ocean’s dying. Life’s a bitch. Nothing matters. Plague abounds. We don’t matter. Make the rounds. Police are angry. Looters, too. Sometimes they don’t know who’s who. Polar bears now … Read more
Dan collected face masks of dead goalies and was known to steal some sneaks occasionally. People had many fetishes in Beaverton. His pal Andy had a vial of Blazer sweat and a headband he claimed … Read more
Our sinking ship has made it back to shore. With Ahab gone, things just might be o.k. Get all his seasick sailors off the floor. And look forward to sail another day. The white whale … Read more
He’s still got his mitts on the nuclear codes until noon. He’s up in the air like the devil may care, the buffoon. If he sends the command to a nuclear sub, D.C. just disappears … Read more
Four hundred thousand Covid dead. And DT’s packing up instead. He doesn’t give a fuck for suckers out of luck, as long as he winds up, somehow, ahead. Tomorrow he will fly his family south … Read more
The end game dream of every grifter is to lay on a Florida beach with his snifter. To rescue a rich widow from the ever present waves could be a drifter’s dream amongst the beneficial saves. … Read more