Shelf Space
Poems for the Rodeo Clown and other true stories.
Category: Back Room
Stuff from the attic written a while back, around the turn of the century, one of them.
Cape May Detritus
A little riff in the sand when the tide goes out
iteare i rata
Enole ‘ni Mari, Seta vere ner. We made it. Anything that was not rock— the beautiful red rock— enferranti nisevia sim ci ne! as brilliant and as jeweled a red as ever— was scattered about and touched by flame. I collected one of your looking glasses, one you kept on …
Compatibility Issues & Digital Dyslexia
Roadtrip anyone?
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Four & a quarter lightyears heart to heart
We’ve never been so close apart
Pink Bubbles
I had a dream last night that one of my cats took me across a bridge to a whole world of lost things. There were socks and keys everywhere!
Cramming For Finals
Forget the insurance premiums and extortion fees. I gotta cover the coffee. I’m moving!
Miss Judy’s Mailbag
Sometimes on The Land of Hatchy Milatchy Miss Judy would read the mail.
Rescheduling Breakfast In America
Thank goodness for all the drive-throughs and truck stops and the serendipity of a squeaky clean and shiny taco truck rolling up alongside.
Intro To Immortal Math
Maybe I’m preoccupied. Or just occupied. So many unnecessary fixes, pre- and/or suf-, maybe I’ve been occupied since before the beginning. Maybe my mind is just occupied. I live here, for one.