MAENAD: THE MUSIC IN HER HEAD
Silhouetted by the headlights of the starting cars, barefoot Nancy spills a little of her drink while dancing to the throb of music that had stopped ten minutes ago. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
78-YEAR-OLD MAN AT THE TRAILHEAD
I'd rather just go fishing somewhere, call my grandson, read a book, noodle on my old acousitc, write a poem, do Sudoku, watch Judge Judy, clean the car, gas with my new neighbor, garden, pay some bills, hang out with friends, complete the project in the basement, make those e-mails long neglected,... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, July 13, 2012
HIGGS BOSON, IF YOU CAN!
Oh, Higgs, you wild and crazy boson, neither proton nor electron, difficult to think upon! From the first, your story beckoned with its life span, we have reckoned, of one septillionth of a second! What we call empty isn't true - all outer space is filled with you, you sea of cosmic superglue! And... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
YOU'LL LIKE HIM, DAD
You'll like him,dad, he's really stable, has land line as well as cable. Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
TV'S DOUBLE BATHTUB AD FOR CIALIS, or,
I Always Suspected That It Had To Do With Plumbing We watched your ad, and me 'n' Candy are feelin', you know, kinda randy! So as soon's The Moment came, we raced outside, ripped off our clothes, and jumped right in them double tubs, the ones we keep out on the lawn. We hunkered down, we linked our... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
SCRATCHING MY HEAD
Do morals, manners really count as much as we believe they do, or do we as we're growing up just learn a way to act in public? Just asking. Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, July 9, 2012
18-WHEELER PETERBILT
Its gleaming black and polished chrome fill my too-small rearview mirror and my sideview tells me that it's even closer than it seems. Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
AT THE VIETNAM MEMORIAL IN WASHINGTON
I saw the woman kneeling down and reaching out her careful hand to touch the third name from the end and smooth out his unruly hair. Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, July 7, 2012
POLAND SPRING FOREVER
some well-hydrated hiker with more care for inner purity than for the unspoiled woods he hiked so goddam far to find tossed his empty over there. Unless I fish his garbage bottle from the tangles of that tree, it will remain a thousand year to mark his woodland passing. Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, July 6, 2012
IRENE, THAT CLEVER HURRICANE, PART 2
Chainsawed after Irene felled it right across the Blue Dot Trail, the huge old oak revealed its rings the first time in its long, long life. Delighted at discovery of such a potent metaphor, someone with a magic marker wrote in fancied ring-count steps, beginning at the center dot, a kind of... Sign in to see full entry.