"All that happens to us, humiliations, and embarrassments is given to us as raw material, so that we may shape our art." ~ Jorge Luis Borges ...
Boardwalk
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Choice
Lard clings to my jelly belly and assimus maximus, but melts away elsewhere. Bullshit! It doesn’t melt. That’s poet talk, and yesterday’s wine is tomorrow’s vinegar. Melts becomes drips becomes oozes becomes slippery. “Pare away pretty poetry,” I beg my puffed up parody in the mirror. “Stand up straight. Drop the mask. Shed the costumery. Lose the skin of the lion…” If ...
Microphone
Mic. Microphone. Dimples. Listening. ...
What If?
What if I could overcome debilitating bugaboos and bust forty’s balls? Vanquish the to do list, purge my doughy paunch (literal and figurative), de-quarantine the drafts, indulge my latent doodler, transform the next decade into a parade of firsts and at lasts… What if? (… from Midlife Crisis Averted Postponed. 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) ...
Antennae Beetle
Spied a spy. Epic antennae, no? The better to grok the wonders of the world. An iPhone photo simplified, B&W-ified, then stripped of detail, of reality... A vestige. As if caught wandering across an early photocopier? ...