clear channel

August 9th, 2014

      When the water smoothed the earth, it carried something special. On the rocks this dream died. The current carried the bones away. The sun burned off any memory. But a seed remained, lost. In the good book, ever notice that the men constantly misunderstand Jesus’ call to...

the sky

February 6th, 2014

      The pink sky has nothing to hide streaking next to the flame ride. The blushing bandit has long been suspected to be the sky’s favorite state of mind. The bluest blue rarely reveals itself, instead maneuvering minions for view, especially baby blue. But the sky is not...

the night

January 20th, 2014

      I developed my intimate relationship with the night many years ago. Besides the usual insomniacs, slaves working their shifts and drunkards, the night is always thrilled to have another guest in her house. She lives down the street in the other end of town, in that weird-looking...

Dark Dragonfly paperback available

January 17th, 2014

      Finally proofed Dark Dragonfly, and now it resides in its shiny, darkened cover. This chapbook gives me a lot of pride. It’s really neat to have three years worth of development pieces in it. It contains a richness, at least as rich as I can be, because of the...

Foreclosures funded by taxpayer money — Updated

October 7th, 2013

      Over the past five years more than 4.5 million families lost their homes through foreclosure, but there would have been fewer if the federal government didn’t give tax payer money to the banks to push citizens out of their homes. The $700 billion Troubled Asset Relief Program...

 

clear channel

      When the water smoothed the earth, it carried something special. On the rocks this dream died. The current carried the bones away. The sun burned off any memory. But a seed remained, lost. In the good book, ever notice that the men constantly misunderstand Jesus’ call to...

green throb

      I don’t know if it’s karma or not, scales in the sky balancing or the holy spirit herself slipping rocks into my pockets or lifting my wallet out. I just know you put a sliver streak through my brain and spine. Out of my shell and away...

yellow fever

      You are the sweet lemon, and I the favored fool loosening love between her limbs. You are the delivering dawn. You are the dusk and evening’s layered lust. You fall in raindrops, cratering my dry sands. You are dandelion vapor making magic, a single sunflower seed planted in my soiled...

Madman is loose

  The madman slipped out. He took the secret trapdoor out of my skull and is making his way to the bookshelf. Honestly, writing and publishing a book is quite a challenge, especially making a narrative out of some poems from a couple years ago. Some of the lines I wanted to...

Return of Arnal

        The water flowed and dishes sparkled at the Hippie Kitchen on Saturday when longtime house guest Arnal Kennedy returned to scrubbing pots after nearly a year sidelined with a hernia. Arnal moved into the LACW in 2002 and has been the full-time dishwasher since then. After...

Beauty and Heat

      We recently had a hospitality day, where a couple dozen friends from downtown visit us at ‘the house’ for a meal and card games, or just lounging in the sunny yard. Some guys take showers or baths. We commiserate. Hazel was a big hit. She talked her gibberish...

We Need the Rain

      Living outside the system has its challenges and rewards. The rewards are the large circle of friends who live next door. Regularly we retreat to our apartment and also integrate next door in ‘the house.’ Unless Hazel is taking a late nap, we attend 6 p.m. dinner....

Living the Alternative Life

      We had a first birthday party for Hazel Sunday and the photo is a reaction shot after Hazel took her very first step by herself at her party. It was a lot of fun. Instead of scratching out a stressful living with nothing leftover, Alecia and I...

the sky

      The pink sky has nothing to hide streaking next to the flame ride. The blushing bandit has long been suspected to be the sky’s favorite state of mind. The bluest blue rarely reveals itself, instead maneuvering minions for view, especially baby blue. But the sky is not...

for you

      You are the first birdsong of the far off morning. You are the night in my heart, burning to break free the bright day. The leaves of your limbs flavor my waterways, the currents sent searching for your most mysterious shore. Most beautiful one, you linger in...

 
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