Escobar couldn’t hear so good. His cold — the same cold he was complaining about last month — had taken root now, deep inside the curly spots that led from ears to brain. You might think he would open his…
Belated Reflections on the Animated Feature “Happy Feet”
Reflection number 1. It’s just a matter of time before “Happy Feet: The Musical” hits Broadway. So if, like me, your chest starts to constrict at the thought of 100 people tap dancing their hearts out while wearing penguin suits,…
By request: Carl Sandburg
(It’s not every day that someone asks you to write a short poem about Carl Sandburg.) Carl Sandburg was a dangerous man always creeping around on little cat feet infecting people with TB. 0
Blue coffee
You gotta let it fly spread it around your community like spilling blue coffee on your neighbors, the family a cup of the “things I’m bummed about” grind. After all, if everyone has a blue coffee stain on their shirt…
My One-Word Review of Joanna Newsom’s “Ys”
Haftarah-tastic. 0
First, the flash
on the plane ride home that I might be the one who dies young — that flimsy-bodied office worker whose organs gave out. Then the smiling round retired banker capturing me at the local tea shop telling me only the…
The Against the Day Deathmarch Pause That Refreshes
Back in January aught 5 a hardy band of pioneer types set forth on what some say was the very first blog-based literary deathmarch — the so-called “Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch,” in which a crew of modern day Lewis and Clark…