There are the brother's birthday candles are clumped together on a plate like colorful carcasses. Hark I hear him now, wheeling the trashcans up the driveway. Is there a sound more dutiful on earth? I have to remember the next time I take out the trash to sing a trash can song.

Yes I won a staredown with a librarian for it,  baby I got it: Raymond Chandler, nine-hundred-plus pages of Philip Marlowe gliding through Los Angeles in an Olds, flippant and broke, just a man in a trench, like all those rosy frowners that flatfoot their way into my narrative, deadpan and historically alcoholic--or their fathers were, and they ( Read more... )

It is probably less Obama the man than Obama the idea in my head, especially the Obama that can easily synthesize and utilize this vastvastvast interinterinternet in a deliberate and powerful way.

Graduating and liking
unsafe t'fie or love! haven and have not,
graduation time hovers like a Kleenexy Christmas angel,
faceless. Don't let it get damp. Keep it up like a balloon.
Don't touch it.

Gourd

A white mouse is streaking around the inside of a gourd.
A motherwoman, smiling and wearing colorful chunks of jewelry, tips the gourd so we can watch; ( Read more... )

Chicago
The Incredibles
Closer (though I walked out halfway before it did too much harm)
Cold Souls

sometimes you just want to make lists I guess.

trains, trumpets
green foggy mornings but it's summer
clock tick
books on the shelf and in the cracks of the couches
old facebook messages with friends in the little squares
unfortunate
rollercoasters!
and my plug-a-way.

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the every day is hungry for radiance ( Read more... )

My solid wood table is oval like a goliath surfboard and heavy as a safe, was once dragged into the house by my brother and me, puffing and triumphant, and now bends and stretches the gentle dinner hours. Captain Ahab made Chinese broccoli with abalone mushrooms, talapia with chopped baby shrimp and chunks of pink grapefruit with a copper colored ( Read more... )

"So what's the news?
I heard you fell down, flat on your face.
I always knew eventually you'd put yourself in your own place.
Do they still follow you? Like children, or fruit flies--
angry little people, standing underneath your only tree?
Listen--
I'd really love to help you out,  but I gotta concentrate on me. "

andseeyouandseeyouandseeyou