Was It An Inside Job?

I wouldn’t be surprised. I don’t think there were planes. Just a magnificent, sweetly orchestrated hoax in a symphony of lies.
In deep greed and perhaps a misguided attempt to unite the country (a la Watchmen) the powers that be plunged the America into an unprecedented, unwarranted war. The twin towers, a display of enduring strength [...]

driving

In the night rain light melts on asphalt, blurring reality.

A Beat to Think By

I have come to the almost shocking conclusion that in more charged days I would have been called a Beatnik.

Songs I Don’t Hear

Chickadees have invaded the steps outside my apartment. They crowd the warped railing, chitter among the cheap wood. They gambol and gyre. Their presence is good. Maybe the wasps that like to loiter at the front door will go away.

Perspectives

The Wall: From wherever you sit or stand, face a wall. That wall is now down, indicating bottom. You have changed your orientation by ninety degrees.
Say we are on a bustling street in some major city, perhaps New York, and the street continues for a couple of blocks to the facade of a great hotel. [...]

I am a Map Maker, and So Are You

Reality exists, as we can plainly see.
It is just there, a waiting vessel for our proclivities. It is a realm without rules save those of natural ones governed by molecular behavior en masse. An intricate webwork of electromagnetic conversation, we spring squalling from the loam of flesh into a gallery of light and sound and [...]

The Cat Lady

Under the heavy curtain of the sky, two girls joyfully bound unto the empty park. The bright green of chlorophyll dominates the scene, and is draped by gray veils of rain. As they play wetly amid bright plastic and iron rails, we remain dry under a shelter’s roof and watch the lightning play over their [...]

RuidoQuirks

Putting on unplugged earphones is like listening to seashells: ghost sounds whisper into my ear canal to speak of hard house and soft trance, of electronic earllusions eavesdropped by the Organ of Corti. Slightly buzzing with artificial music, I wipe the wax off earbuds and ponder the taste of earstuff. Hmm… what the hell.

What Do You Choose to Remember? Why?

I don’t know why, but the image has stayed with me across all these years: a dark beach of gray-foamed surf juxtaposed with a tour bus vomiting forth pallid spring breakers. Excited handchatters congregating on rocky jut. Memory in the third-person. Myself sickened at sight of such sugary jubilation and darkly resentful from some long [...]

Got the Tar Beat out of their Heels

We started at JB’s Stout, where it breathed as a multi-cellular existence and the patrons roared with a single voice when a rubber ball was passed through a hoop. Alcohol fueled anxieties and joys brought out the screaming lunatic in otherwise settled individuals as I pondered nationalism in its many faces. I sipped coffee that [...]

O Sunday

A sunday smile, a wave in the head, a kona wake of sobering sweat.
In the cool sheen of morning a graywetted stone shout, erejaculated in a tide of purple paper flowers, currents past sittingstill me as the world moves under my stillowing foot.
Religion in the road: a congregated tributary of livingflesh flows veinedly to the [...]

in the heat

The morningloried wall of rickety fencing separates incurious neighbors.
It’s truth yielding to falsity with the doubletaking head, the ersatz Christmas tree interlopes ribald in its yellow scrap of yard.
Robin red breasting the green tide, fowl feathered in a grassy ocean.
Under refracting sunlight minnowing shoals labyrinthe between mossrock.
A shining jewel quickwinking in the air, the dragonfly [...]

the dog walk

The cactus, swollen with nourishment, is bursting many-scioned.
The mud choked creek divides against a soggy swath of grass: a heron perches on the ypsil, its beak proudpointing its gaze down the swollen avenue of liquid towards an indiscernible purpose.
It is the color of old earth, glistening with a sheen that is positively amniotic, [...]

Sir Fractured Metatarsal

Don’t trust a man who says he never takes anything for granted.
The relatively simple action of walking has become an absolute chore.

Captain Unconscious on Autopilot

Sometimes I am frightened to drive, but I’ve learned to trust my autonomic nervous system.
I often have no recollection of getting from point A to point B. I sit down in that ratty brown seat, its familiar and comfortable embrace a caress on my keister as I start my lovely beat-up Toyota. It is then [...]

The Night Wasp

The police cruiser crawled past, slow and low, sinisterly somehow. He figured it was the connotation; perhaps in the far future, the “common” people would respond to the black and white with an instinctive recoil of cerebellum terror usually reserved for spiders, snakes, and other scrabbling things with fangs, spines, and lightning reflexes.
He was ambivalent [...]

Bicycle Diaries

The trail is hedged by oak boughs of many varieties. I careen down this lash of asphalt through the small, false backyard wilderness of the suburb. My spine tingles as my rear wheel rattles alarmingly and a grin scimitars my face as the prospect of being a red stain on stone manifests itself exhilaratingly. A [...]

The Inanimate Porcupine

A lively column of pain juts from a clay bowl brimming with sand. Standing at two feet, that prickly testament of Nature’s love and wit, is a dull green and its needles extend well over two inches at the most. The spines track with haphazard regularity alongside its succulent length. Disease and abrasions, acquired in [...]

Tornado Warning

The children play on bright grass as thunderheads bisect the firmament above into a woolly yin-yang of June calm and its own unrestrained mobility. Under this semi-swollen sky, in that perfect moment of spectral magic, the world’s colors seem imbued with charisma.
An unremarkable orange bucket, brightly bland in the sun’s full glare, is a squat [...]