Then Hong Kong, the snowboard, the concussion, the Matthew Sweet, the TS Eliot

@ LTF … Then Hong Kong, the snowboard concussion, the Matthew Sweet, the Peper-gone, Haley her mother, her migraines, her … More

Young lieutenants at End-Evening-Nautical-Twilight

180 miles east of Los Angeles’ pointless summers ran shaven, heady, lieutenants low-spark’d, high-heel’d, bat-faced wayward boys, they counted coup … More

Jerez: Our stones beg for a river

Our stones shear, like our religions. There’s the catch, the shiver. The believer, he beg for a river.

Oh i remember you … showed me a painting one day ( there is no such dog )

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More

Sometimes we have to decide, is all

Someone really should update this. Make a better one. Add ASTRO BIRDY FRODO JASPER SOPHIE

Truth is a butcher, son

Truth is a butcher, son He will have You, you Begging, begging For Lies

Joe, NPO

cloverleaving through the night cleaving unto what’s right seething is disbelieving: – they chickens , they goats – “don’t trust … More

One tries not to sound bitter

Son came sometimes sad Son made himself mad The son failed to flower every daylight hour One tries not to … More

Ally. Back from Texas the day I put her down

Ali        Testaments to Ally I mentioned in timelessness. Very long.  No time to read it today. Jay I’d just … More

The people, the watch, the whole enchilada

Bitter Porch Troll in the line for The Porch “Is this the reservation line?” “Do you have a reservation?” “No. … More

Them feral dogs, that feral daughter

So I adopted this Black Lab, Nickee.  Looks for all the world like every other Black Lab– ‘cept for the … More

Remind me later how much this hurts now

The high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee dregs, stirred like gnats by a summer wind … More

Boy misses dog, then turn … the whole enchilada

the pain buys less drink every day only the high thin clouds of memory persist blown like stirred like coffee … More

Life at Fenton’s Mill Near Williamsburg

We walked across the upended bricks, Where a wigged and powdered man died of leeches, A running boy died a … More

Rick & Timoteo part ways, comments, questions.

Rick and Timoteo bivouac on the ridge overlooking the Barcelona Aeropostale airfield. Artillery in the distance. Barcelona is falling.  They … More

The poison wind

“This is not Las Marismas. No ships no boats no futures sail from here. The winds carry only poison, the … More

While at sea RICK gets letter from CLARE

While at sea RICK gets letter from CLARE (CLARE, in letter to RICK) CLARE Ricky, I’m writing to you from … More

Asturían miners’ lament

TIMOTEO Asturiàs is not Las Marismas.  No ships, no boats, no futures sail from here. The winds billow nothing. They … More

Buckaroo Banzai and I

Army buddy Zoom-Zoom Mat’s’da ( pronounced mazda he swore ), he was aka “Buckaroo Banzai”, and me, “Doogie Howser, O/C”, … More

Annabelle at Austin, redux

Fred’neck “I’m easy << Neither of us is easy Mayfair “I knew you could have made that travel more cheaply … More

He became a walkin’, talking’ fragmentation grenade

once Highlander starts to sense you believe in him, he’ll do something  to make you hate him … all in … More

Cuenta corta de los años Taco Bueneros en Téxas

EL GATOAbajo hay una cuenta poquito sobre nuestros días como hijos creciendo en Dallas.  Yo las escribí después de oír … More

Little story about them Taco Bueno years in Dallas

I remember first hearing of this song at 6637 Saint Anne Court in Dallas,Texas, on that tube radio I painted … More

Soothe the writhing child of panic

one calls out for that friend that saves the catch of breath that says “i know you, i see you, … More

Fear of geometry

it is a simpler feat to throw gels across spots,to change shapes with light,to engineer transitory states of light and … More

Why chase fear when

war not got me speed not sped me through air not felled nor failed nor reserved and fell not out … More

Does fear whisper?

does “wrong” cling? does “wrong” point? does it then whisper in your ear “it is time , that you leave … More

Lift the fear, like a child

Lift the fear like a child fallen from a white kite forgotten from the eyes of the cancer wind. One ached … More

Lift the fear, like a child

The fear you lifted like a child fallen like a kite forgotten descends a cancer wind. One aches for a wing of a … More

The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer

The scent of fear is kerosene and cancer

Favor the fear, like a child

Favor the fear, like a child. Feed it a broken wing of a bread. Leave it unburied, like our dead.

Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten

Lift the fear, like a child fallen, from a white kite well forgotten

She showed me a painting one day

oh, o recognise this  this is an old acquaintance with  with whom i’d lost touch   i remember her face … More