The Big Bang
followed by the Raptor Jurrasic Park the snarky Apocalypse Yeats’ Second Coming rides again two panoramic percentage points almost makes a killing Elijah opens a door wants a cold beer no chairs nothing to speak of what’s long gone John stays in Vegas Jimmy the Geek has two hard drives beneath his belt buckle rams […]
Cubicle Life, the End
I’ve sworn off cubicle life sitting in front of a screen. Many emails mean I have to stay up late studying spreadsheets of a growing predicament, my destiny to telecommute, weekend from home. I’ve sworn off cubicle life in a windowless room tracing a mouse across the horizon of my desktop, menu bars bloom instant messages, the person on the other side of […]
Shoot Me, I’m Online Dating! (1)
The going wisdom in the world of online dating is “You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find a prince (or princess).” But I had to overcome my aversion to green, rubbery lips before I could immerse myself in online dating. Well, let me back up. I’m a woman in her mid-fifties, […]
Changelings in a World of Broken
Beneath a drone of airplanes, I hear the chant of clouds drift across the top of apartment buildings singing songs to glass skylights and satellite dishes; crows gathering on telephone wires. Many years before this time, I was a girl handing out leaflets, fingers greasy from mimeo machines in every storefront where changelings of my […]
Email to Ann on Data Security Week
Data security week, I celebrate by taking my computer to lunch
Regular Expression
Every time I parse HTML with a regular expression, an unholy child weeps the blood of virgins. An open cloud conspiracy digitizes my last matched string. This gets me in my gut. What can I do? I follow my metronome. Code and space. Code and space. During the day, I work as a factory hand. […]
The Mustang
I’m on vacation from Chicago and visiting my girlfriend in Louisiana. Joy and I met in college. The plan is to drive to New Orleans the following weekend for the Jazz Festival. She let me borrow her car so I can pick up a few things for our trip. She says to watch out […]
Notes in the Margin: Poetry in the Information Age
There always have been different “schools’ of poetry, Surrealists, Futurists, Modernists, PostModernists, Language poets. Where are the Technologists? Read my essay on the subject with references to poems by Nina Serrano, William Dickey, Walter Lowenfels, Harryette Mullen, and others. Cheers! Go there now.
Mistaken Identity Theft
A domain name with the same name floating in the clouds. She’s got an architect’s degree and travels to Italy. Great foreign legions of Lenore. What does she know of Edgar Allen Poe’s cabin in the Bronx and roller-skating down Manida Street waiting for someone to break open the fire hydrant? Hemingway, hold the cognac. […]
Get Your Dervish On
Missing breakfast, I ventured downstairs to Kybele’s cafe in the hope of scoring coffee, treated to the same plus an amazing fruit platter of halved apricots, sweet and sour to the taste, slices of watermelon and oranges. Thus fortified, I filled my water bottle and head for the plaza where vendors sell roasted corn and […]