The Story of the Hydrant
Before there were cities, the hydrant lived beneath the ocean. That’s where she got all her water. When the fish were thirsty, they swam up to the hydrant’s nozzle and
Before there were cities, the hydrant lived beneath the ocean. That’s where she got all her water. When the fish were thirsty, they swam up to the hydrant’s nozzle and
The stone cannot understand the unkindness of water never stopping, never pausing to say something as inoffensive as “hello.” The water keeps moving toward a band of rocks just below
The Shepherd scrapes the aluminum bowl on the concrete with her nose, a toy when it becomes empty. All night I hear her toss the aluminum bowl. She gets thinner
A consultant from Palo Alto came in to study ergonomics, marked budget constraints at the top-right corner of a graph pad. Working in this manner he drank beef bouillon from
It’s kinda gonna be Oakland, people walking around Lake Merritt beneath a necklace of lights people talking on cellphones in Arabic, Spanish, Cantonese, Russian, German, Hebrew, hip-hop and everything else,
Listen as you surf the Internet and press the remote of your cable. I am a data packet that wants to be delivered into your electronic arms. Open your gateway.
I invite you to my website.