Gordian Knot
The gourd tradition on Thanksgiving was passed down from dead to living. Gourds were always on the table, in the hut, the barn, the stable. The fourth magi brought a gourd, never made it to … Read more
The gourd tradition on Thanksgiving was passed down from dead to living. Gourds were always on the table, in the hut, the barn, the stable. The fourth magi brought a gourd, never made it to … Read more
Trump’s pardon of Flynn today followed the pardon of a turkey. They say the next one up in line’s the Notorious Beef Jerky. Then liberate some KFC, and Popeye’s chicken, Ooh-ooh-wee. Then let’s get donuts out of jail … Read more
“When the gourds are gone…” is when the swords are drawn. But when there’s gourds aplenty, we think of twenty-twenty. We’ve had our share of gourds with bumps, elongated humpty humps, gourds with stripes and … Read more
Black Friday, in the days gone by, used to be a riot. Now, it’s all just shop at home, and everything is quiet. But, in the times before, they’d mass outside the door, as if hungry … Read more
I saw Satan at my polling place. He had horns and all, but he had Jared’s face. Wearing a nice suit, he looked quite tall and pale. But, looking down beneath his cuffs, I know … Read more
Six scythes sigh citing sight’s slight size. Contemporaneously, the clown chief juggles balls in the oversize pockets of golf pantaloons. His jesters, the caddies, the sick secret service, all watch in astonishment balls fly all … Read more
The talking heads illuminate the dead. But nothing that they say has any cred. The numbers are not taken as a fact. The word of this decade might be ‘redact.’ With snow about to glisten, … Read more
Like a waveless ocean awaiting tsunami. The sand tenses. Trees try to shuffle away. Sea horses gallop. Crabs get friendly. Big fish, little fish, work in harmony to avoid induction, gills pumping. The sky still … Read more
Today we learned of RINO’s and dead dogs at the polls. Apparently all zombies weren’t removed from voter rolls. A dog did vote beside me. He’d a coat of rusty red. I saw him vote … Read more
It’s been hinted that Joe Biden will tear down the southern wall, and have it moved to 666 Fifth Ave. One assumes the Kushner/Trump alliance won’t like that at all. The wall’s the only souvenir … Read more
There’ll be dogs back in the White House pretty soon. They’ll replace the current resident baboon. The return of shed pet hair will be easier to bear than the current crypto locks of golden doom. … Read more
Vote counters are getting death threats. Trump people don’t like mathematics. Besides, their king says he would bet they’re rapists and drug addicts. “A boy who dotes on numbers, like a girl who plays with guns, just … Read more
And here comes Pennsylvania rounding the far turn, spurred on by her buoyant rider, Li’l Ben FX, passing now, on the outside, Arizona, ridden by John McCain’s ghost, and Georgia, with the devil in the … Read more
Arizona, I hope Diamondbacks next year will win it all. Nevada, may your gambling state long reign. As I watched in horror states turn red and drop the ball, I wondered at four more years … Read more
I’ve got a lot in common with my cat. It’s more than we’re both getting old and fat. Now he sleeps with my wife as I go about my life, caught in a nowhere betwixt … Read more
I’ve been standing in this line at least four hours now. Some people right behind me seem about to have a cow. Trump pickups, honking, drive by with long rifles and their guns. I wonder … Read more
This is it. We’re up for grabs. Edging sideways. Soft shell crabs. Plashing to the polls in waves. Some from castles, some from caves. Sand is shifting underneath. What shall we the world bequeath? Four … Read more
Trump will dress as Mussolini. It’s his favorite look. He could throw the world a loop by dressing as a book. The only book he owns, however, is “Art Of The Deal.” And that one wasn’t … Read more
Barrett and Barr were riding in a car, chatting on the things that really matter. As they drove, one didn’t have to travel very far to realize this wasn’t idle chatter. “First we’ll kill their … Read more
Last days of les fleurs du mal. Waiting now on the cabal to reject all kinds of voting, iced with their condensed fraud coating. They’ll inject a dose of panic, and the king, at his … Read more