It’s All One Thing #33: This Summer
This Summer, this Summer when cathedral skies slip past noon and capitol domes resound with parched tongues like dry leaves of lawn in the dewless, clueless morn of something that [...]
This Summer, this Summer when cathedral skies slip past noon and capitol domes resound with parched tongues like dry leaves of lawn in the dewless, clueless morn of something that [...]
It was the first time I saw a ‘Mohawk’ haircut. They were strolling down the choppy sidewalk next to the row of trees beside the truck route in front of [...]
It’s not as if animals can’t have wings or that angels never indulge in fling. Bats and squirrels embark on brave flight; men see angels in the midst of the [...]
It was one of those things you never knew why you did them but I sat down by Tex even though I could see he was in his cups and thinking [...]
It mattered to some people where they found a place to put their car because it had the Pacific Ocean of black tar parking lots. Personally, I enjoyed the walk before [...]
The whoosh of nylon on concrete slowly rising to oppressive roar from the trench along the coast wakes me almost every morning gradually over- whelming my dreams so they are often [...]
What a disgusting blob in the pit of my gastro-intestinal when Dad allowed Big Bro John to unpark our brand new Belaire after the stain glass choir of 1st Presbyterian Church [...]
The very first time I threw those three flashing coins they fell a broken line at the beginning and the top and four solid lines between to become the dreaded I [...]
The weakness of the empire, the weakness of any empire is always its greatest strength: the success of its chosen lifestyle at the time of its assumption of imperial power which [...]
Once the head moves without the neck it all flows down the spine electricity down the line to the ground Neck without bust bust without waist waist without pelvis pelvis without [...]
A few cents in pocket hitchhiking, Washington D.C. to New York City Bill ends up in Tennessee in a cell with a forger who practices his trade as abstract art wrote [...]
With, perhaps, a few brief intervals spent in rented rooms when it was still possible to afford a rented room, Bobby spent the whole latter third of his sixty odd years [...]
The Lee Granite Story or Small World Isn’t It for Norma While we were in the Green Lobby (actually the renovated old women’s unit entry area) casting the final deciding vote [...]