Monthly Archives: April 2024

Do not look up.The sun is a furious orange glaring vengeance upon you for what you’ve done. The air is heavy, weighing down your every step. There are pains everywhere you dare imagine – so do think. Do not move. … Continue reading →

The speed of the bartender defies belief dashing from side to side customer to customer bottle to bottle. She knows where to go and when and how. Would you believe she’s only been here three months? I know. I’ve watched. … Continue reading →

This is not going the way the day is meant to go with darkness beating your door back and clouds frowning down upon you. You should be deep in your misery but instead the walk revived you brought a service … Continue reading →

Somewhere behind a wall there is a boy who is singing his songs to no one. To no one he sings – just the walls, behind a wall where he alone knows what he does. He asks for no fans … Continue reading →

I dream of Napoleon and hope that Napoleon dreams of me but suspect that he has other things to do being an emperor and an exile and dead. He probably has many people reporting to him and has limited supplies … Continue reading →

Currently, the calling of this poet is that of a taskmaster, overseeing my production. “You can do more than that!” The calling cries, “Harder. Faster. More. MORE!” “But art is about feeling. Art is about what comes from inside-” “Bullshit. … Continue reading →

I met a poet once. He was Morris Stegosaurus. He was good. Fluid, rambly, a slam guy. I don’t do slams, so I didn’t see him often. He moved away and, surprise! Is no longer Morris Stegosaurus. But he doesn’t … Continue reading →

The notebooks scratched into at the clubs in the parks on the beach at the wedding in your room during the date while watching plays are all collected in a row on a shelf where you can review them someday. … Continue reading →

The sword and the shield become rust followed by the truncheon and the rifle. Then the tank, and the aeroplane and the gasmask (which probably has little metal on it, anyway) – they all rust away – useless as passing … Continue reading →

Time is a dragon, burning you relentlessly. The fire blacks out periods you lived repeatedly. If you could have them back the dragon bites imperiously. The past is gone, just embers of song. What you live through is there for … Continue reading →