Monthly Archives: April 2024

There are many artists in my musical community that are much respected by the rank and file. I do not always agree with the rank and file. I’ve been a music critic but, lacking actual musical comprehension, it may be … Continue reading →

When you go there is a painting I would like. It is the one in the hallway by the bathroom with the blue figure and the yellow hat. If no one else has claimed it, I would like that. I … Continue reading →

It’s just been sitting there for generations doing no good to anyone since my tastes have turned to harder stuff. Like everything else, I’m loathe to just toss it as trash so I want to gift this collection to someone … Continue reading →

They speak of it, the work that was done. They whisper in legends of the fanzine of yesteryear and they say “it will never be surpassed!” Their numbers are few, but they are dedicated. The tens speak of the glory … Continue reading →

I thought I saw your double: same eyes same hair same teeth, same far-off stare… It was you to a faded t-shirt. The only thing I couldn’t verify was the voice because the other you knew how to keep his … Continue reading →

I just had to fill in one of those weird surveyswhere they ask the three people you’d want to have dinner with,living or dead.  This time, I saidI’d like to eat with my dead Dadand his late parents,whom I never … Continue reading →

A poor workman blames his tools but really, my phone is so fucking out of date,you wouldn’t believe it.  I don’t need much to compose excellent poems,but this piece of shit will not provide me ideasor write the first five to eight lines … Continue reading →

If you realize that you live your lifeas if there is someone watching yousome being in the cornerthrough a screenjudging you, even-tempered,for what you do and think– but not punishing you –simply expressing opinionsabout your choicesand leaving you be… If … Continue reading →

When last I wrote about youI had something cruel to saythen dressed it upwith some additional thoughtsthat cushioned the blowsoftened the crashlightened the impact. Upon review,I found that,like the last two metaphors, the dressed-up portion of my last writingwas extraneousand all I … Continue reading →

We raced the empty industrial streetsthe quiet, closed, cloistered streetsof an abandoned neighborhood. They moved faster than my walking paceso I biked with themand they had to keep pace with my speed.  This way, I could poop them outand they … Continue reading →