Connoisseurs of Yiddish humor will recognize the post title as the last line of a winding textured story that ends with a rueful shrug. I wouldn't attempt it written form for the obvious, accentless limitation. Suffice it to say, as in much of Yiddish humor, getting to the punchline takes awhile and is most of … Continue reading Nu,Who Knows Me In China?
Another friend called With little time left After the Fall Every moment’s a theft Seeded on Sunday A knock at the door Fangs in a nightmare Neck in a claw Who comes to help? Rapists as Saints Hand on the Holy Book Dripping white paint Facing the Altar Facing the Cross Some yet won’t tremble … Continue reading Four Stanzas In A Minute Of Panic
This song popped into my head this morning. Mid tempo rock. Unfinished, a different breathline than usually occurs to me, but what the hey. My imagination is sheltered in place too. Found an address book in the back of a box of Not much of anything worth moving to a smaller place And I … Continue reading Sorting
Will it keep my mother in my mind Or hold me down until the shadows pass? This thing I do in slowly pulsing light That finds the center of black * If in this room I had the say I’d cut it surgically around Place it glistening aloud On my wobbly lusterless tray (Preserving just … Continue reading The Mood This Morning
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Alright, you’re broken Say that much Without the one fear you’ve never… You know you have no choice That much is clear Say it once, straight through, as plainly as you can Let pain provide the high relief * When I was a small boy my mother found me irresistible and so did not resist … Continue reading First Look
Sad and blue Sad and blue Pick up pen Red will do News is news It’s never true It’s chewed up bird Spit for you They don’t love you Never did Of course you kept Your motive hid Through a window In the glass Who we are Is how we pass
Whimsy came and whimsy went For Lent * Save me save me down the hole The Hour presses Someone spotted A kiting Soul Against the brimming darkness * Still and be still Mind I love While we are able Still to speak The striking match The hissing leak
(Song, Uptempo Rock) Please cover up you cover girl You don’t gotta show Everything that nature gives a damn about Gonna notice in the work place Gonna notice in the first place Who you are who you are Cover girl it’s in your face They don’t get to hack If you don’t turn your back … Continue reading Cover Girl You Are
If you live your life like it was held for ransom every time some shadow rolls across your heart You’ll pay and pray plead with your captor But you’ll cry alone in the dark If you live your life like a bursting fountain water for the garden all the flowers and the weeds You’ll see … Continue reading Water Heart and Seed
I should have binge watched Arrow. Good reviews, a guy show, and a box of Orville Reddenbacher’s Extra Butter Popcorn next to the microwave; I was ready to give my Easy Comforts memory foam a full on workout. But then I had a wait-wait thought, geezer version. A flash of memory about a video from … Continue reading Baby Bigots?
It has been quite a while since hair products have held sway over me– though I applied shampoo to the top of my head long after it was only the wispy dreamers on the sides that needed tending–but when Cam Newton, Carolina’s polarizing quarterback, league MVP and media VIP, attracted national attention for his dab, … Continue reading Cam’s Sad Sad Dab
The Bully barks in orange glow Stuns the weak ones row on row His politics are of a piece He burps up sheep and dabs with fleece The Bubble’s head turns right or left Dependent on the donors’ heft Her policies perch on a vane And all her answers, Puddentaine For the Ballot fair and … Continue reading Ballot ’16
That’s funny, I thought to myself as I reread these blog postings from Introduction thru Air Quotes and really it was odd it hadn’t popped out at me before, conscious as I am of everything I’m putting out to the world through this latest exercise in writing, writing with purpose for the first time on … Continue reading Deep Breath
Bob Dylan has won the 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature. Somebody tell Watson. They seemed close. The grizzled pitchman for Cadillac, Pepsi, Victoria Secret and IBM has been awarded the highest prize in Literature, for “having created new poetic expressions within the great American song tradition.” Well, duh. Or, they could just ask the 98% … Continue reading Bob Wins The Big One