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[Working Title] The Boy From Another Planet Who Loved A Porn Star
March 27, 2018 | 1 min read
Scene 1: The white, 1987 Nissan Sentra slowed to a stop at the red light in front of the strip mall – the one with BigLots, not Publix. One brother in the back seat, around 12, begins convulsing as if having a seizure. His eyes roll back into his head, tongue hangs out, the whole […]
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Chapter 2
March 27, 2018 | 1 min read
When they got home, Miles hurriedly jumped out of the car and ran to the front steps of the little brick home in the suburbs of his small beach town in Florida. The door was locked so he ended up waiting frustrated on the stoop. He was holding back tears at the injustice of the […]
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The Gray Air Coagulates
March 22, 2018 | 1 min read
The gray air coagulates in my windpipe The morning is primordial. It was a morning like this my gilled great-grandfather pushed through the surface of the ocean to hunt for food on land gulping air – this air. Today, I start again my ancient hunt for food, gulping air with half-gilled lungs. Today, I have […]
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A Thunderstorm This Morning
March 21, 2018 | 1 min read
A thunderstorm this morning. I think the first one of the season. Far off booms with more than normal crackling and a lighter fall. A Blade Runner morning – from the mind of Ridley Scott. I question for a moment if I am a replicant. If my memories are manufactured. If I have only four […]
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Brother, You Sit Across From Your Repentant Mentor
March 19, 2018 | 1 min read
Brother, you sit across from your repentant mentor – our brother too, in the coffee shop where I write. He tells you about salvation. About the forgiveness of sins. But he does not tell you which sins. Brother, do not repent of the animal. The gluttony, the lust, the avarice, et al. The “deadly” sins. […]
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I Am Responsible for You My Brother, My Sister
March 17, 2018 | 1 min read
I am responsible for you my brother, my sister. You are responsible for me. We are one. We are together titanic and easily sunk. But I see myself in you. We have been close friends for as long as I can remember. Oh sister, brother, how we have betrayed one another. How alone we are. […]
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My Eyes Open to a Light Rain and Mockingbird Song
March 16, 2018 | 1 min read
My eyes open to a light rain and mockingbird song. In the moment it takes for sleep to fall from the crevices of my consciousness, the world is alien. I have traveled here from a more ordinary planet. How strange that water falls from the sky; that a creature flies around and makes beautiful sounds […]
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Let Us Live Intestinally
March 12, 2018 | 1 min read
Let us live intestinally. Our body’s peristalsis sinking the fullness of life down into us. Our villi with their tiny networks of capillaries slowly consuming it, yes, but also repurposing it into peptides, amino and fatty acids, monosaccharides. Let its lipids, proteins, carbohydrates invigorate our noblest selves – not rejecting – incorporating the animal. Let […]
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In Praise of This One Breath
March 11, 2018 | 1 min read
In praise of this one breath I sing. In praise of one more moment of life. One more clamping and opening of our chambered hearts. One more white blood cell manufactured in the hollow of our bones. One more second of the thronging earth assimilating with our senses. In praise of this one breath that […]
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At 7:00 AM I Hear the Padding
March 10, 2018 | 1 min read
At 7:00 AM I hear the padding of miniature feet on wood floors to my right. It is the youngest. Not yet past the ache of sleep. He sees me working on the couch in the living room, stumbles towards me and quietly throws himself into my lap. My throat tightly chokes back the joy […]
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My Mind Will Not Be Tamed Today
March 9, 2018 | 1 min read
My mind will not be tamed today. Scenes keep popping up. An imagined smart ass comment to my boss. A dying Episcopal Church and the sadness of its people who persist in denial. A future RV and life lived in Walmart parking lots across the West. My wife’s recent dream of a pottery studio in […]
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Let Us Gather Wisdom at Her Required Pace
March 8, 2018 | 1 min read
Let us gather wisdom at her required pace, not ours. In nature there is often a slow growth followed by an explosion of color – the lily, the agave, the botanical and avian birds of paradise and their millions of years of evolution. So it is with us – creatures of the natural world. And […]
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In Praise of the Unloved I Sing
March 7, 2018 | 1 min read
In praise of the unloved I sing. In praise of the drunks and addicts gathering in the circles of seven-step programs. In praise of the ones who do not gather. In praise of shemales – unaware of the outrage in the term. In praise of the public urinators. In praise of those who wander the […]
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Let Us Beware the Impulse to Stamp Out the Light
March 6, 2018 | 1 min read
Let us beware the impulse to stamp out the light in a child’s eyes. The world is more beautiful for children. And we despise them for it. We observe with primal malice their bubbling over of amazing nature facts or the height of their last vertical leap. What the world has ground into us, we […]
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Sermon Notes for a Friend (Mark 4:26-29)
March 4, 2018 | 1 min read
We do not find the kingdom of God in the usual places – It is not in Simon the Zealot’s dream of revolution nor in the inner court of the temple upon the altar of the religious elite nor in the smiles pulled taut across the faces of faithful church attenders. No, the kingdom of […]
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Dear Old Man Sweeping
March 3, 2018 | 1 min read
Dear old man sweeping the street in front of the Murray Hill Theater, You found it in your body, aching no doubt with age, to wish me a good day in the face of your impossible task – to sweep the street. For where do you stop? Do you not know, do your employers not […]
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In Praise of Maggots
March 2, 2018 | 1 min read
In praise of maggots, those illustrious eaters of the dead I sing. For while we destroy the earth, they will persist and feed on the crumbs we leave in our greedy wake. The dead forests turned into dead houses. Dead oceans turned into dead human shit. Dead mammals, reptiles, birds, turned into dead dirt. All […]
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In Praise of the Unformed Thought I Sing
March 1, 2018 | 1 min read
In praise of the unformed thought I sing. In praise of its black abyss of potential. In praise of the weakness that keeps me from lifting its trusses too quickly. In praise of the elbow grease I must apply, the cells that must reproduce and die in me, the life I must spend to see […]
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In Praise of my Boys Razor Scootering in the House I Sing
February 27, 2018 | 1 min read
In praise of my boys razor scootering in the house I sing. Slowly destroying the hardwood floors. One more thing I’ll have to fix if I ever want to sell or rent this place. Cutting into my equity with every lap around the living room. I could command them to stop, but at what cost? […]
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In Praise of the Silent Mystery of Songs Extinct I Sing
February 25, 2018 | 1 min read
In praise of the silent mystery of songs extinct I sing. In praise of their brutal sound – their dead silent blank. In praise of the possibility the ancient rocks will hear again their refrain a universe or two from now. In praise of the possibility they won’t. In praise of the carbon in long-since […]
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