Month: September 2015

September 25, 2015 admin No comments exist

The Pet Cockatoo   The mirror is round and concave. The task is to remove it from its ornate frame and bend the reflection outward at such an angle that I can see and others can too. They’ll see I’ve nothing to hide and I will too. At night I’ll merely roll it aside, put…

September 18, 2015 admin No comments exist

Joyce (On reading Ellman’s biography of James Joyce)   He couldn’t keep two pence in his pocket. For that he hit up his latest friends for loans on his terms of nonpayment. He drank and got drunk in religious fashion. Sometimes fished out of the gutters of strange cities he called home. He despised and…

September 11, 2015 admin No comments exist

The Morning After (Labor Day) This sucks. Tuesday morning after the long weekend. Schlepped myself to the office to face the familiar pile of work that hadn’t receded much in my absence. Then I felt something in my pocket and pulled out a wad of crumpled up paper. (In rushing I merely transferred the contents…

September 3, 2015 admin No comments exist

Handholds I’m sorry to say, to have to admit that your head was my foothold, sockets of your eyes, handholds. If I’d gone around, I might have fallen. But if I’d gone through you, I wouldn’t be standing here to explain, would I? Instead I went over and beyond and saw the lights that everyone…