Friday, April 08, 2016

#308 The Chamber of the Barley



It's a natural cycle. The
bird waits for the snow
to melt, for the water to
irrigate the land, for the
grain to grow, to ripen.


Then it swoops down, to
gorge. We hide in a cave, &
wait for the bird to find its
fullness, to retreat to its peak,
replete, to wait through winter.

#307 The Art of Living



The orange people
used to be every-
where. Now only
a few scattered centers
are left. All small,
except, of course, for
Donald Trump, the
center of the universe,

with his swollen head
& disconnected brain.
The body transformed
by a business suit; but his
face still stained from the
clothes he wore before.

Friday, March 11, 2016

#306 Le Pain Quotidien


If the visibility is
good, & you're on
top of something

like the Tokyo Tower,
then the city's most
beloved retro icon

might be seen main-
taining her exposure
to cloud-based apps.

Monday, February 22, 2016

#305 La Fissure






The earth opens up.
Money appears,
U.S. dollars. Some
change hands, the

rest remain in open
view, available to
anyone. A teaser?
Or a smoking gun?

What was. What
is. An open window
able to bend light
in both directions.

Friday, January 15, 2016

#304 Rose & Pear


Snap an index finger
onto the skull. Make
a loud, drumming
noise. The subsequent
sine wave flatlines
even though the signal
is strictly limited at the
threshold. Ear drops &
finger rings rebound.
The floral bergamot
finish lingers for lovely
effect. It begins to rain.

Friday, December 18, 2015

#303 The Cape of the Tempests



Spring in the
Southern Ocean.


Caliban is off
looking for wood.


The rock moves
closer to the sleeper.


He is dreaming
of Helen Mirren.

Thursday, November 26, 2015

#302 Le Rendez-Vous


Smallish mongoose; pointed

face; solitary, in pairs or small

groups. Slightly diminishing

the polar distance. The history

teacher lectured us every day,

did not sacrifice the quality

of her scorn for speed, her words

at first awakened horror but

continued abuse became mere

recitation. Something about a

dead horse, diurnal floggings.

Tuesday, November 03, 2015

#301 The Domain of Arnheim (1949)







A sudden snap
freeze shatters the

window, but not
the bird outside.

Inside is a different
story; though on &

in reflection much
the same. Some play

on words that can't
exist in the original.


Thursday, October 22, 2015

#300 Fashionable People


Autumn is a tricky time.
Fashionistas get ready to
face the cold winter months
but try not to completely let
go of their summer styles.
Judgey blondes, with little
to qualify them beyond
starpower, must practise

soothsaying &/or augury
in order to keep coming
out of the woodwork with
new lifestyle brands that we
must either consume or else
opt out of the fashion stream.




Monday, October 05, 2015

#299 Le Calligraphe




Winter is coming. We
have prepared for it.
Have written over &

over on any place we
could lay a brush on,
"winter is coming." We

have written, & now
the snow has fallen, &
overwritten everything.


Monday, September 21, 2015

#298 La Maison



                            In what is essentially a 
              compromise, a sound system 
                          has been custom designed
                                to enhance the teacher's 
                  ability to communicate, to 
            reach out to students, to

                           turn memorized inform-
                ation into communication
                                 & expose the brain to a
                rejigged language structure 
                      that makes the describing 
                               of strange structures easy.