Monthly Archives: June 2010

Vultures! Come on down! Sun-struck, thirsty, I survey the purple mesa. Peck my tender hard-on first! Quivering maidens turn your heads!

Swiftly I shrivel…                                                                                                                                      an anthill towers over                                                                                                                              my wretched shanty.

On Welch Island my                                                                                                                                 dad and Uncle Gordon                                                                                                                             used to move rocks with a crowbar,                                                                                                      sweating like white bulls. Mom and Aunt Jane                                                                                                                          would smoke and fret … Continue reading →

Is this a lull in my life? Why is it that lulls are so suspect? Why isn’t lullology an occupation? You’re pre-law, I’m pre-lull. Is it that lulls don’t last? But life doesn’t last either, physical life that is. Maybe … Continue reading →

Just how deep will my knuckles                                                                     … Continue reading →