hammer, screwdriver, matches
June 16, 2007
Dad was often a car
or washing machine
with arms –
to which I handed
a tool,
or a pack of smokes.
strange spiritual bedfellows
May 24, 2007
pro-life
pro-death penalty
mother’s day gossip
May 13, 2007
Poor Joan –
she never married.
And Leslie
never had children.
And wasn’t it a shame
about Marla?
Too bad –
she was such a pretty girl…
Is he gay?
April 26, 2007
Is he gay?
Is she gay?
Who cares…
Shame on NBC
April 19, 2007
Imagine the pain of those families witnessing the murderous prelude to their loved ones’ death. Everywhere they turn is the last face their child saw.
Oh sure, Mr. NBC will say the “public has a right to know”. It would be “censoring” if they chose not to broadcast Cho Seung-Hui’s video and instead handed it immediately over to the police.
Bogus. Every day NBC “censors” out a hundred newsworthy stories because they are not sensational or sexy enough. NBC’s decision to broadcast the video is further evidence that network “news” is primarily gratuitous entertainment.
Whats next? Funniest Psycho Killer Home Videos?
fill my brain with your light
March 27, 2007
At night I walk the dog throughout our neighborhood. I hear no songs being sung. I hear no instruments in practice. I see no families gathered at tables. Only head after head facing electronic screens. House after house plugged in for the night.
Frame after frame – like electron freight cars to the mind – they dump tons of cues mixed with bullshit.
spermatozoa’s ark
March 5, 2007
spermatozoa
carry chromosomal pairs
into our future
pretzel arm
February 21, 2007
I am one of those people who love to sweat. Whether running full stride on a warm evening or playing pick-up basketball in the steamy sun, it all seems very cleansing to me.
When I was young, I remember playing with friends, cousins, and siblings long after dark. We would play hide and seek, flashlight tag, and spy. Dirt rings formed around our necks and became badges of festive accomplishment – Doctor of Fun. We went indoors only when enticed by ice cream or threatened with the loss of privilege.
Upon entering the house, a ghostly light in the living room would reveal a gaggle of younger children already lying on the floor facing the television. Their bowls of ice cream sat protected in front of each of them. Quickly we’d run into the kitchen for our share and then peck our way onto the rug which had now become a beach.
As my body cooled, salt formed on the skin. I could lick my forearm like a big pretzel. It seemed a shame to take a bath and wash it all off.
when I am only bones
February 10, 2007
when I can no longer recall
I will tell stories
when I am only bones
I will be your fence
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I wish I had an angel friend
January 17, 2007
I wish I had an angel friend
to watch over your tiny travels –
to walk with you through wander worlds
of daisy, stream, and meadow.
I wish to have an angel friend
when it becomes your time
to go exploring on your own
to catch you if too high you climb
above this grownup world of pace
too fast to see my child’s face.
qazse 