The Feeder of Success
A bird feeder dangles outside my kitchen window about a foot from the glass. Drinking coffee in the morning, I watch birds alight there. They… Read More »The Feeder of Success
A bird feeder dangles outside my kitchen window about a foot from the glass. Drinking coffee in the morning, I watch birds alight there. They… Read More »The Feeder of Success
My short story, “How I Landed a Job” appears in the Winter Solstice issue of riverbabble in cooperation with Pandemonium Press joined by outstanding Bay… Read More »Here’s How I Got a Job
My public persona was shaping up, consorting on the Internet with food banks from Albuquerque to Zanzibar. If she was planning to make a living,… Read More »Albuquerque to Zanzibar
(More from the Leftover Chef) My idea was to “create a brand” for myself, which is what my job club had advised. I could teach… Read More »A Star Trek of the Stomach
One afternoon before the close of the fiscal year I received a phone call. As a member of the union’s executive team, I guessed the… Read More »Birth of the Leftover Chef
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… Read More »Notes in the Margin: Poetry in the Information Age
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.… Read More »Mistaken Identity Theft
It was a humzinger of a dream, baby, I dreamed it for you, baby. Gypsy Rose Lee put away your feathers. Things get muddled with… Read More »American Dream Sequence
Down the street, rather along Highway 165, I turned off at Cross Keys Bank to open an account and deposit a check from West End… Read More »Living Around the Bayou
Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined I’d be living in the rural south. When I say never, I really mean never. I’m… Read More »Welcome to the Sterlington, Louisiana Dirt Track Races