St. Patrick's day transports me back in time – half a lifetime ago or so – to my parochial school days. [pullquote]St. Patrick's Day was popular because we were permitted to swap tie-and-sweater dress code for wild green Irish-inspired costumes.[/pullquote] I attended a Catholic day school, but I wasn't Catholic. St. John's was understood to be the most academically rigorous option within ...
Doodles
Tea Bag Truism
Dumpster diving for new goals and a clean slate. It's paramount to create from decay and erosion. From margins to mainstream, mind over mattress. Incentives are paramount. Stay tuned... ...
Cuckold Moon
Broken trees, broken promises, this is my picture of contentment, at home last night, tonight. A spectacular view for all who remember how to laugh. Gents, beware the cuckold moon. ...
Invent
To Invent this Morning 1. Skidamarink-tuned ditty about minty dentures to awaken my bride. 2. Fresh blueberry, rice, and canned venison breakfast for my dog. 3. Banana, peanut butter, coconut milk, and bacon smoothie for me. 4. New whistle to interrupt my dog’s snow graffiti ritual near the house. 5. Shower-steamed mirror doodle of a swanlike man juggling top ...
Speed
Foot off the gas, Feather the brake, Rock in my gut. (Source: "Speed Trap I", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) This comes early in a three-part poem called "Speed Traps". Driving too fast. Again. Pardoned. Thank you, officer! This poem cycle is actually about driving a car, not a motorcycle. It's been many moons since I rode motorcycles. But I still dream, daydream, relive roads/rides. Update: ...
Paper Poem
Sometimes the stop and start uncertainty, The tactile tension, texture and cross-outs, Wine blots, smudges, and tangled doodles Are the only way to breath life into a verse. (Source: "Paper Poem", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) This latter chunk of a fleeting vignette on the analog/digital duality neither burnishes nor batters digital creativity. While less of a "divide" every day, there ...