Typing

Typing hours I relax my hands arms dangling fingers spread beside the chair I feel the cat’s rough nose rubbed in my palm. How did she know, after hours of artifice, my hand needed animal attention?...

Gravid Cezanne

Celebrating Paul Cezanne (1839-1906) Cezanne, out with his easel near Aix-en-Provence, painted gravity with a light brush, coaxing round density out of apples, the angular geometry of men playing cards, mountain massiveness against civilized sight. Sensation is our...

My Eternity

It is blue.             It is green,          not pearl white,      not golden,                  and infinitely      brief. 2000    

The Photograph

I am looking at a photograph from World War II. A soldier stands alone facing north toward China. His left foot rests on a football as if he had just stopped its bouncing and his hat is cockeyed as if he had just slapped it on. He appears at the right edge of the...

Crunch

I want to celebrate the talent of teeth, the bite, the grind, the tear, the chew, something my gums alone couldn’t do. Mexican street corn is best. I pop in the fire flavored kernels one by one in homage to my teeth. My jaws crush the tough roasted kernels,...

A Short List

A short list of people who were never born, not conceived, not thought up, until now not even fictional. Romulus Baird Laurel Frankenstar Bertram Bacardus Willy Simgrip Ivor Pollingham Missy Darman Hans Harlow Renee Tussore Tuzla Niderstill Rosa Effel They will never...