Category: Poetic Narrative

  • Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll or How the Fugs and the Monkees Changed the World

    Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll or How the Fugs and the Monkees Changed the World

    The 60s and 70s were such tumultuous times! It started when the song “Masturbation Fantasy’’ by the Fugs and ‘Pleasant Valley Sunday” by the Monkees drove baby boomers into an insane frenzy of utter and complete madness intent as they were, on remaking the world to their own liking. Following The Fugs lead soon everybody […]

  • Where I’ll Sleep

    Where I’ll Sleep

    Where I’ll Sleep I want to be buried surrounded by the fields of my youth next to other kindred souls who decided to lie in similar peace on that grassy knoll, sheltered by a giant oak it’s limbs spread wide to shield us, it’s roots embracing our boxed homes cradling us in our sleep, apart from […]

  • The Amphibian

    The Amphibian Occasionally the amphibian/rose out of the water/climbed the dune then clamored along the sandy lane in front of the cabin. If we were lucky we got to see it lumbering past dripping water, it’s propellers still spinning, balanced on six huge tires taller than me, three on each side in the middle/it’s two powerful diesel engines roaring, the air […]

  • Bluegills

    We bought two cardboard containers packed with 15 or 20 corn bores covered in loose black muck, at a farm five miles from where we turned off the black top, then another three miles along a gravel road, snow plowed high on both sides, past farmers fields barely visible stretched white to the gray horizon […]

  • Lake and Stone

    We pitched our tents behind the dunes within a gnarly stretch of evergreens/ that tempered onshore breezes/by the glacier lake/moving and alive/her ever present hypnosis/the sound of water lapping the shoreline; the gentle round stones she makes/flat like Decco candy/or tiny sculptures/move with circular motion/all along the shoreline/as far as you can see. With sudden drop of miniature curls/the sound she […]

  • Journey Home

        At the end of the road I turned and faced the wind. Flying dirt or bits of snow piled about in patches stung my face.  Small sticks, newspapers tumbled past. What few leaves left over from Fall were being plucked and sent flying over empty farmers’ fields like dark butterflys speeding along at breakneck […]

  • Elephant Shit

      The States: It’s where the elephant in the room took a huge crap which meant all the other elephants could rush in and take huge craps too! There was so much elephant crap in the room they began to worship their own shit, that way when everything they touch turns to shit they can say they wanted […]

  • Sparking Lives

    Miserable the only word to describe /sparking and unsparking/whiplash/negative charges thrown into the kiln/changing polarities/just enough to be dra wn into/swords and suits of armor/wild assertions/positive forces negative sparks/static/crackling/lines of lightening flashes/downpours of anguished regret/the cruel heat of friction/despair/the will to punish and to forgive with confusing regularity/at odds for many reasons/in love to … […]

  • Elizabethan Songs

    In the village of the offspring/they kept true what they believed/they kept their secrets to themselves.   Each stem and root among them grew/the tallest oaks and elms/and there were many! living there as well/foxes/and hens/deer and rabbit/ pheasants, starlings, doves.   The dove! Beautiful light of angelic heart.   It’s the dove’s first song/that leads […]

  • Dusty: May She Rest In Peace

    I picture Dusty wanting to come in/or facing the sliding glass door window wondering if she wanted to go out.  . What should I do? Slide the door open or turn and walk away? At the precise moment I finish asking the question, I hear her plaintive OOWWWwwww … “She answered my question!!  She does that […]

  • Bluegills

      We bought two cardboard containers packed with 15 or 20 corn bores covered in loose black muck, at a farm five miles from where we turned off the black top, then drove another three miles along a gravel road, snow plowed high on both sides, past farmers fields barely visible stretched white to the gray […]

  • The Amphibian

    Occasionally  “The Amphibian” rose out of the water at our beach climbed up the dune then along the sandy lane in front of the cottage. If we were lucky we got to see it lumbering past dripping water, it’s propellers still spinning,  balanced on six huge tires taller than me, three on each side in the middle,  […]

  • The Day the Year the Month the Hour the Minute the Second: The Time That I Was Born

    That summer hot and sultry mid month mid year mid way past midnight bright lights shining blinding hands grasping fingers smashing through the air i didn’t really care it was not my problem i was their’s for the taking … i heard the pain that wasn’t mine explode into my space, the air, the rush of light […]