Ten Years Later
“No limits, just edges.” –Jackson Pollack You were so fantastic, reminded me of Gene Wilder with wild eyes, green and lashed, red hair spun by… Read More »Ten Years Later
“No limits, just edges.” –Jackson Pollack You were so fantastic, reminded me of Gene Wilder with wild eyes, green and lashed, red hair spun by… Read More »Ten Years Later
Walmart ordered way too many bicycles this year to sell over the Christmas holidays. They outline the entrance to the store all the way back… Read More »Shopping at Walmart in January
On that day in Oakland,
Every concession stand sold your t-shirt,
a silk-screened picture, fist raised
for the last leg of a world-wide tour
“He knows a history unknown in history books.”
It was in the South Side Salon in Keithsville, Louisiana where I discovered buttery nipples, a drink that my bartender friends tell me is composed of two main ingredients: butterscotch schnapps and Bailey’s cream.
When you’re in the belly of the monster You don’t consider if your lipgloss is sticky Or if your hair spray is crunchy Or how… Read More »The 99% in Crossett, Arkansas
Cal Robert’s was either a genius or insane. But the general consensus was, “That boy’s crazy.”
Find the university police office opposite the Burger King on DeSiard. The library is down the street from the KFC, the Farmer’s Market for satsumas… Read More »Sitting in Duck Country
For a big man, you left a small footprint, on your shoulders people created arabesques, formed pyramids as I watched from the edge of a… Read More »Yahrzeit Candle
Broken-in shoes gather molded arches beneath an army of dangling limbs. Some wait, collars upturned, yearning to be made whole. Bare wire hangers dig meatless… Read More »Civil War