My eyes fail Soon I won’t see you Your eyes will not dance with mine I won’t see the smile before it comes I won’t watch you skim words and think I hear you less and less The sound barely reaches my ears I know you are singing but I can’t make out the… Continue reading Assorted unpublished Poems
The bar gives her all its attention; she’ll say she didn’t flirt I wrap my hands around a whiskey, pretend that it doesn’t hurt Their eyes follow her back to the table and then she sits She smiles, hands me a drink and I start to forget about it The band starts and she… Continue reading Country song
At the open of ‘On the Road,’ Kerouac references recovering from an illness but without explanation or detail. From memory, I think he in fact states he doesn’t want to discuss it. Perhaps not. But when I read the book, I thought it was a very significant flaw at the beginning of a book. I… Continue reading Scars and other metaphors
Why I Love the NRA. by jbrglnd Awake. Room is the same room. It doesn’t tell me anything. Where am I? Do I have to dig the itinerary out of the briefcase? No, the hotel stationery. Marriott. Charlotte. Clock says 7:09. flight is at… 7:40? Check the day-timer. Thursday May 18 1995… Continue reading NRA -Working
Java, strait The large white yacht was small compared to tankers loading at the port in Aceh. On an old wooden pier, a portable crane strained but lifted a boxed crate out of the hold. Painted on the side of the box was Exxon Mobil in English and in Indonesian the words ‘gas pipe.’ A… Continue reading Why won’t you do what I want?
The picture is of a very particular past. The photo is in black and white but there is no richness, no chiaroscuro. We know it is from decades ago. It is of such a quality to suggest it was done by a photographer of no skill and likely a camera of poor quality. It is… Continue reading 3 girls
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