An Egyptian Fall

Three squirrel call my yard home, I name them Taw, Khon, At - They require little tact, just seed and corn, and to be left alone. They tend to acorns, nuts, seem to have time enough to pause, read the sky, watch clouds scudding by. I watch them from window, doors. Just as minnows score … Continue reading An Egyptian Fall


....I'm working on something a bit bigger lately. Which means I may not be posting here, or, the opposite. I have this tendency to wander into a million side-projects whenever I start something significant - I'd like to think it's sort of like a sculptor chipping away at a big block of marble, and noticing … Continue reading So…..

Some Mornings Should be Spent in a Tree

Fecund landscape, terraformed and terraforming, full of animals long habituated to the roaring of wheels and steel, children rushing from game to game clutching violins, picolas, harboring seeds of violence and remorse. Surrounded by watery roads and tankers tip-topped with cargo boxes, highways and light rail lines, pierced by adventuresome, noisome coyote, hawk, pigeon and - … Continue reading Some Mornings Should be Spent in a Tree

Subjective Grey Matter

Bartholemew expected better - he told K so, in uncertain terms (the voice wavered, of course, doing the immaterial boogaloo). K had taken the wheel, was drifting around the road, crossing lanes with abandon "There's nobody on the road!" gleeful shouting, wide eyed, hair twisting like opposed electrons, wandering along opposite turns - "Look, Locke - … Continue reading Subjective Grey Matter

Some Growth

Midnight. The minute hand clicks to the right, underscores the hour. Outside second story tenement, a car passes through puddles, beams of light passing over bedroom walls, ceiling. The tick tock of the clock. The scratching of the mice. 3 am. Guns snap in the alley, there are moans. Quietly close, and lock the window. Grip … Continue reading Some Growth