Sunday, June 12, 2016

Hangover haiku

I am a wienie
had to make a martini
and now I am fixed.

Friday, May 13, 2016

My Secret History

A cyclist went past and cleared his throat and spat a squirt of red betel juice at us, just missing Eden's dress. Eden did not see it as hostility. The man was just a bumpkin on a bike."
- Paul Theroux

Friday, May 06, 2016

I just googled our names and this came up

"those bodacious dudes have an excellent time playing games with death"

cliffhanger


"by the end the only thing I wanted to know was how Wordsworth was going to help that poor soul with his asshole"

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

News from nowhere

Bit scary not having my team of poets to back me up on this one, Marty. Just me and the Chilean anti-poet and my indefatigable sloth.

Monday, April 18, 2016

A great image

Sometimes I think of my dad in the summer. He’s in the backyard sitting under the small leaf maple tree eating a hot dog with sauerkraut and watching the hummingbirds. They buzz across the suburban lawn shining in the sparkle of the sprinkler’s rainbow mist.


Monday, March 28, 2016