May26

Get me back to school. I have to warm up, tune up before we break up, and their warm hands will hold me up, with a hug from buddies and their pets to put plasters on and hold together the good times before the tears roll down Daddy’s face as he watches a sinister acrobatic…

May25

Ask Google, Facebook, Twitter, Yahoo, and Microsoft how they make their money!

May24

If nothing else, I marvel at this: this ruined spire, which could once rival those in leafy Oxford; this decrepit office, once boasting toasting, tweeting triumphs, when toasting and tweeting were the toasts of the town and the tweets of the twitter, well before the great AI propaganda machine in the cloud bent it’s churning…

May23

I lived an exposed life in the open ocean, but did not live until I happened upon that resilient bay. Those sheer, leaning cliffs, veiled in keen, verdant leaf, bequeathed to me a confetti shower of pink to peach blossom, and cloistered gleaming marble verandas and spiraling pastel temples sacred to smiling Gods of full…

May22

Friday Feeling Behind me a mouse clicks away, each press more affably pressing. The sour stink of the sweat from my slippers hovers and I feel like that efficient spider reweaving its web again after the wind tenderly destroyed it. The sky is blue, as blue as me, and an ace big bird wheels out…

May21

So long, old pal, who stood by us through the longest winters. We remember your holler, your bravado, your cowboy dust, and despite the perceived bad will, we love you still. I know you didn’t like giving or receiving a hug, but, we couldn’t just stand there watching you bathe in your own sewer: you…

May20

Art School Look at the way the stars splatter across the night sky. Like a nocturnal Jackson Pollock, they dribble slowly down to morning. Then the sun is up. Blazing! It splits the spirit, like half a sheep in a tank of formaldehyde. It’s no good, I’ve sliced off my ear. All this talk of…

May19

I cried on the day. The moment got me. I thought this would change everything. To see her so proud. Her head never drooped. Even at her last vow. Her stellular eyes radiate grace. Her legato gait so tranquil, like a white swan against the approaching storm. And yet, as she glanced up to the…

May18

As I closed the door behind me sat the ghost of myself. As usual it wouldn’t talk. It just stared. I offered my heart, but it was too scared to take it. I offered my brain, but it was too simple to accept. I offered my courage but it was too cowardly to even look….

May17

Driving through the Heart of England Twitter these humble rustic scenes: Diving fielders on village greens. Buttered scones, cream and jam Neatly snapped on Instagram. Google: “Rolling heart of England”, Find brassy housewives, eternally aproned. See wooden gates and dry stone walls Delivered quickly from Amazon stalls. Arching bridge over snaking brook Downloaded to my…