From January, 2018

Unplugged

I’ve been clogged for some time now, but I’m used to being filled, so it’s not a big deal. And any time room presents itself, I fill up the space. That’s what’s great about it: It can be filled with almost anything: laughs, anger, food—like I said, almost anything. But lately the space feels like…

‘Tis the Reason

The only reason I’m getting my hair cut in the first place is Barbi said she’d do it here in the bare bones living room of the apartment I rent from her, instead of in her salon on the main street of Bakerville where everybody and his mother could see through the picture windows of…

Unfamiliar Terrain

She’d selected a restaurant nearer my office than hers and still I found a way to arrive late. Hurrying in from the piercing wind I silently rehearsed predictable excuses, excluding the shameful admission that poor time management was more to blame than rush hour congestion. I spotted her perched atop a barstool, laughing with the…

The King

I leave the apartment around midnight in my full Elvis regalia. The fake belly is the worst part; the straps dig into my back, leaving marks that last for days. Once, I took a woman home from a bar who thought it was some form of self-flagellation—some type of ascetic scarring. It’s windy, and it’s…

Sketching Lenny @ 10:48am

I have a weakness   for coffee men artistic types Lenny Kravitz in Again like luke warm soil curdling in rain call it caffeine addiction to mozart fingers               making pottery of me spinning child-like dreams               making poetry of me you twirl nose ring i sit pretty       edge and accent reach for me forearm flexing popping…

Ray

Reaching out I saw things lapse in the bright darkness and touched them with the restless hand of the blind. Impenetrable to light, the night had acquired a thin, sweetish quality that clung to my skin like milk. I leant over the edges of my quarry and gazed with frail happiness at the dark outlines…

Dear Dissolution

The thin glass of the old window is vibrating with wing flutter from the snarled nest of Christmas trimming and dry weed wedged above the frame. Dutiful comings and goings are transmitting these small shock waves. Mornings I return to the wadded tangles of my fears lit by the same light. It seems as though…

Emotional Eating

~ 1. My mother insisted egg beaters were better. I insisted whisks were better. “You can’t beat the eggs enough with a whisk.” “You overbeat them with an egg beater.”   ~ 2. Dark of night all asleep but me heating a skillet on low calming monkey mind while quietly whisking eggs stirring them gently…

Satellite

Somewhere between Toronto and Berlin we hang—beads of dew—lachrymal, free from gravitational demands, trembling in the fervor of a sleepless northern sun scattering its dawn over Greenland’s desolate winter. Auroral wings lift us gently beyond midnight’s turbulent slumber—an airy lullaby. Humming, hearts keep time with beating engines. There are two lifts in flight: One a…

Mathematics

One thousand birds return, one by one, the           tree-peak rattles with their quest- ions —           Barbed-foot, Electric -wing, Purple- tuft, Ratty- back — they scratch the skin, eye stuck in the glow of lighted bushels.           One, there, waits , stick unmoving, wind, the smallest thunder -clap           ; there, one dancing, leaf to leaf, each leap…