Mar 28
Predicting The Weather a Golden Shovel after Wendell Berry’s “The Peace of Wild Things” When we meet we talk about, inevitably, the weather. I am obsessed with my app, checking what’s to come as if meteorologists, with infinite wisdom, can see into the future with their clever models that consider all the sophisticated feedback loops …
Mar 28
taking down a tree first the dead branches sliced on the ground loaded into back of truck sun hitting winter grass more limbs are removed by the buzzing chain sharpened each week to slice through decades of growth and we are left with an absence red autumn leaves sprinkled in the road a house exposed …
Mar 27
Tomatoes I come in from the garden and find cats cuddled in chairs with the late afternoon summer sun throwing rays across their bodies making their coats glimmer. For now, they are all happy and I smile at its rarity. I wipe a stray hair that has fallen across my nose and smell the earthy, …
Mar 26
It’s Springtime for Donald How sad Truly sad Your life must be To play the villain The monster on Reality TV While children are being Born, and the elderly are dying and Another mother can’t afford the rent And a family who Just lost their home But what do you care? As all the …
Mar 25
The Thomas Jefferson of the Pell Grant Elites For a brief period, I was a community college scholar. This should come as no surprise to anyone who knew me as a fifth-grade genius. During the intervening years, I may have fallen off the educational map. Spectacularly some would say, through my year as an …
Mar 24
Promise We had the rings picked out. She promised me, you will never be that lonely again. Ever. Emphasizing that final word. EVER. I think of her promise as I sit here listening to her voicemails over and over. The only thing left to keep me company now. Plate Tectonics I watched a documentary on …
Mar 23
Blurb for my blurbs Tony Brewer’s blurb for my chapbook is like an earnest comment on a fetish site for em dash fanciers. He took me seriously — and I don’t take anything seriously. Everything is spelled correctly and probably proofread, I can’t tell. He gets weird around the middle. Punctuation: extensive!; — pulling out. …
Mar 22
SANTA BARBARA, CA (1973) I was dropped off where the freeway ends, the guy had to go well out of his way to find an empty spot to let me out. For about a mile long stretch 101 became a palm lined boulevard crowded during the summer months with block after block of despair, an …
Mar 22
ANOTHER FUCKING POEM I picked up the zine and was exhausted by the poetry so I skipped over it another fucking poem I thought my mind was too out of breath to read any poetry no wonder it takes so long to hear back from editors Dan Flore III’s writings have appeared in many publications. …
Mar 21
People You See At Funerals The thing no One prepares you For Is the loneliness Of adulthood, As friends scatter Like ashes in The wind, Meeting once every Year or so At wakes or Weddings, And that friendship Sits on a shelf In the back Of a closet Like your best Funeral/wedding suit, A little …
