On Having Too Many Books

The yelling echoed throughout my skull. I’ve bought too many books. I won’t read them, they’ll lie around collecting dust. I’ve wasted money and space, as well as abused my health. No one was there, but the three books were bought from Half Price with that nagging guilt. They could join a pile lying around […]

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On Stuff

For H.M.W. For me, Jerry Seinfeld’s stand-up on Jimmy Fallon was funny, though marked by a peculiar darkness. At first, it seemed a fairly typical look at how ridiculous materialism is. Fallon had just handed out flat-screen tv’s to the audience. Seinfeld asserted this more a problem than a blessing, as most of the audience […]

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After Hannah Stephenson’s “Craftsman”

Not just a porch, not just an old porch, but a beautiful old porch Even the rotting-away pieces of it Look at all there is which has not yet rotted Every caretaker is a craftsman contributing to the beautiful old something – Hannah Stephenson, “Craftsman” Listen to the bees – their delirious buzz destroying a […]

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The things that must be said…

…can’t be said. Or they are already said, but we don’t notice. We never notice. The only way to inform someone is to treat them like an idiot. They don’t think. They never think. Only you think. When someone curses out of frustration, let them know they took God’s name in vain. Ignore the blood […]

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Sneering at Tourists at the Vatican

Fashionable is all we are. Slathered in scent, covered with cosmetic, concealed through outfits, we’re an old bird with pretty plumage. At “The School of Athens,” much gawking and cackling. Up and down and a train of figures unknown. Not one of the many sees the triangular composition holding the painting together.

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On Aliens

VOCAL RECORDING 132-ALPHA. PRISONER/SPECIMEN X27B. STARDATE 67824.21 The chrome of spaceship Xpthis 3 gleamed as it fired death rays into every major American city. Screams came from every direction and were played on the ship’s loudspeaker. I scrubbed the floor, fearing for my life – I was an early capture. Up to that point, I […]

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Too Old for Romance

Like seeing sunlight strike a Greek temple at a distance, at an angle. Light and shadow on and between blank pillars, the shriek of an eagle somewhere. You sparkled in that evening dress, held yourself high. I kept falling from one stanza to the next. Bathing Venus’ modesty, the jazz pianist’s next phrase, the lion […]

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