It is raining in our hearts, great lady.

Godspeed.  Read full post »

It is now illegal for Wisconsin taverns to distribute matches.  Who is writing these laws?

later

I suspect it is in the soil

I am watched

I am

heavy

duty

mayB

a

SONG

Give

it

DOWN!

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                   from the collection 'The Servant Loves Sleep' 

Pass the paper bag, sonny

Bright red ankle skin shinned her alabaster legs, and the sun was white               over here,      here, high noon to the left over the beach. I fluffed the towel over her just-beginning-to-st… Read full post »

                                      And beauty surrounds you Read full post »

I DUCK, COVER

               this is an excerpt from my Big Wheel Trilogy, specifically from Leftover Nam Era Hippies, which began appearing sequentially from             21 July 2010 on Open Salon.  There are something like 30 chapt… Read full post »

        you know how they say, write 'something' every day?

Wow(ee) i'd somehow missed this one here; so (while Sundance shows 'Dream House' (near-snuff level film abhorrently plotted wherein the protagonist 'struggles' t… Read full post »

                                     ( with graditude, to my readers)

exercise cautio… Read full post »

"Burt's chili, ana BLT--mayo ona side, you know, please---Coca-cola."

"Hash browns, hon?"

"No--no thanks—are we about twenty-four hours from Tulsa...."

"Where?"

"Oklahoma...how far?"

"Do I look like wayfarer's aide, hon?"… Read full post »

Bossa-Nova girl

loose, lime green silk pants, black boots

saxophone boy wails

cachinnate lady

hot autumn night, loon echoes

bright as snow moon

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On National Ave. the Clement Zablocki Veteran's Memorial Hospital overlooks the autumn woods and steel girders of Miller Park; silver-golden fireworks as loud as a drop forge echo on through the timelessness and style and swagger of sweet victory.

Again, the sweat of passion,… Read full post »

God’s eyelid of darkness blinked, cooled and opened over rumbled silver cirrusclouds. Lightening reversed, oxygen bounced and sucked skyward, molten charred decay vanished. Wild horses galloped toward the circumhorizon arc, off the ground they seemed to fly --- toward anoth… Read full post »

 He walked into a roil of pavement heat as the telephone in his cargo shorts sang Can-Can just as he down-stepped to the tar-laced tarmac from the coldly air conditioned confines of Emperor Gasoline, wondering how he'd describe his blinded sensatio… Read full post »

                                               moon: hazy grey white

                        &… Read full post »

 this short story was originally posted on Open Salon

September, 2009.  It contains a boat.

Mofick tacked me, honor, he did tack me.

Gavel sounded hastily.

They struck me from behind I'd figured.

Dust heap. Dried blood out my nostril. Hold it. Sssssh!

Henry'd given me a… Read full post »

                                                      P O E M

                        Synchron… Read full post »

Poetry of a Person

 Here are several random impressions with direct quotes begun last evening as Donald Trump's Apprentice was truncated with the historic announcment of Osama Bin Ladin's demise. 

I am so proud of our President and the awesome redemption of our intelligence community, and rise now salu… Read full post »