Accidents will happen… Pitch black but for reflections off the glass outlines peek through from underneath Something’s happening but the evidence is scarce we may have to call someone in this time Sound but no vision then silence masks everything but points of light at the periphery What was once inside out is now a [...]
My thoughts are all over the place lately, but I wrote this while watching Sin City. What is it about the lovefest that makes it ‘African’? Why is that a threat? In this exaggerated black-and-white world it makes sense In the real world it’s a problem— or it could be depending on the context For now [...]
A slow-ish day. I’m only thinking out loud so if it makes sense to me I can live with it What the rest of the crew say is a matter of after the fact and what do facts have to do with anything? If there are no pleasantries to be dispensed with that’s good enough [...]
‘You're so analytical. Sometimes you have to let art just…flow over you.’ —William Hurt as Nick, The Big Chill You can make of it whatever you want I’m still trying to make up my mind Each new thing I notice changes the picture Somewhere between the black and the white borders shift land masses change and [...]
Watching The Shining. Blood flow and rabbit red confusion is a set of footprints that suddenly stops (15 October 2018) I have books available. Links to more information here. Or, if you like, you can use PayPal to donate a buck (or whatever amount you'd like) to help support my efforts by clicking on the button [...]
Remembering one of the old autumn rituals earlier today… The stadium used to have giant concrete concourses spiralling upwards like corkscrew threads They were perfect for throwing the football around at halftime and peering out over the edge at the lake with the mountain in the distance The other side of the field had bleachers [...]
Wrote down a list of words during today’s poetry readings—marrow, boast, pleasure, terse, lamp-lit, iris, expulsion, mercy, vista, aspen, milk, dialect, antique, Russian, creature—and used as many as I could for this poem… Whatever the stuff of his marrow whatever the dialect of his speech however terse the replies that shun him he takes too [...]
Bonus round… The cracked-screen device is put into capture mode Sluggish and slow it drinks the heat from my fingertip as though it were bourbon after a brush with death The wound rips down the center of the frame challenging notions of propriety while pretending I don’t notice I will blur the image later and [...]
A quiet morning, waiting, and Ruby Throat… There’s some information to be had the rest is probably lost for good but for some pictures of a bandstand and rabbit ears in shadow I feel uncomfortable sometimes disinclined to be reckoned with imagining an explosion unlikely to occur as long as I can’t let go of [...]
Starting early today… Expectations are for falling short of placeholders and metaphors extend their courtesies this fine evening Clarity is not on the menu you’ll just have to take what they’ve got This special offer will not be available again until the next commercial break Is it possible to have no circadian rhythm? (11 October [...]
