Isn't it obvious?

And I mean "book" in its singularity not in the holy-crap-publishing-contract sense. In fact, the novel is recently published as an e-book on Smashwords, Sex, Drugs & Raga-Roll, a fictional memoir that tells the actual story of the explosion of Indian classical music in California in the Sixties./… Read full post »

I noticed on the WordPress site their motto, Code Is Poetry. The techie in me appreciated that but the poet and singer in me needed a response. (And this is a rare excursion into a bit of rhyme for me....)

Poetry Is Code

 Not a bad idea, I suppose

That all… Read full post »

Cute vampire guys aside (and whatever happened to the love of a nice tan?), do you really like the taste of blood? Unless you're a Maasai warrior and cattle blood is a necessary part of your diet, I suggest you got out to your natural foods store and get a nice… Read full post »

After seven months hiatus, I'm back to blogging. In the meantime-- besides some performing in Asheville, more writing, and surviving the coldest snowiest iciest winter yet --I tried redoing the genre of my book Sex, Drugs, and Raga-Roll as a fictional memoir (a what?) to adjust to the current aversio… Read full post »

Poets out there. Find each other like fireflies reading the code of their love blinks. Misty, rainy Saturday. Poem for today...

The rain came

The rain came. For a while

the night was under water

the gutters spilled over

and hail collected along the rock wall.

I asked for… Read full post »

The only problem with being an atheist

The only problem with being an atheist

is that I don’t know what to thank

for another day when I first open

my eyes to see leaves lightly dancing

in the morning breeze...

somehow universe, nature, the continuum

just doesn’t cut it… Read full post »

Blogga Poetica

Clattering about in a cupboard

after a late breakfast

cursing at inanimate objects

wanting that smaller plate

ten down, and the awful racket

of pulling it out, its lip

catching on the bottom ring

of the one above it sending a quake

of shaken pottery into my ears...… Read full post »

What if mothers…

What if mothers

from the earliest moments

(nipple in mouth, sugary milk)

sung, intoned, chanted

that you, babe, are

an inseparable part of Universe

that you are all one and at once

with the flowing waters

with that Pure Land

from which you seem to have just… Read full post »

Tis the season my ancestors celebrated the highest holidays, which, due to my liberal upbringing always seemed as exotic and peculiar as it might have been to my gentile friends. Anyway, I'm a sucker for ironies and never quite got the  tradition of there being both box seats and bleachers in… Read full post »

OK, so sometimes politics and poetry (and music and art and...) can share the same sleazy motel room. Here's a 9/11 comment from a couple of years ago:

I got this bridge (if/then)

If you expect me to believe

that some cats in a cave

got some college boys trained… Read full post »

I quickly plain wore out my spirit writing about politics and stupidity in general so I'm getting back into blogging with a daily poem. I know, that sounds icky, but give it a chance. Might even be more fun than playing zombie games on Facebook.

 I'll start with a short one.… Read full post »

1.      TV: Sideline commentary in football -- yes, by women, someone’s idea about overcoming the gender barrier in sports, I guess -- usually a report on injuries, like mommies and booboos. What about women doing the main commentary (mostly obvious explanations of what… Read full post »

It’s been said before that America loves a war, and not necessarily a good war. I can remember a lifetime of wars but not so easily the peacetimes. For one thing, the wars all had handy names, even though most of them were not technically wars at all, but police actions,… Read full post »