Flashes & Occasional Pieces
We make each other’s lives possible
by living ours to their fullest truth,
which is hard.
Can I lean on you this Summer?
We make each other’s lives possible
by living ours to their fullest truth,
which is hard.
Can I lean on you this Summer?
All the doors
are always
open
Last night I dreamt I was in a cheap store, older and mustier than 99 cents, and they
were selling balloons, but the only ones they had said “Happy 48th birthday, Jules!”
What an unsustainable business model.
I couldn’t get over it and spent the rest of the dream telling everyone.
Flutter up a few feet
song uninterrupted
and hover there
tailfeathers up-turned like a boat rudder in three dimensions
then alight in the same place
not flying but leaping
and floating down.
One-Sentence Album Review
Andrew Bird as Marat is almost a little too much for me,
but I’m impressed with what he can rhyme with Sisyphus.
The opposite of apnea
the fully drawn breath
sunlight reflected on a stream continuous and blinding
chases us from 20,000 feet below
a child on a bicycle chasing her father’s car
The surreal anti-climax
of being the best
In a dream someone asks me to write on the wall a reminder
to wake up in the morning and ask God what kind of world this is.
Notes from the Northrop Grumman Ethics Department
All day people walk by my desk muttering,
“I don’t know how much more I can take.”
Coming out of it, God I’m coming out of it again.
As the panic abates, a preternatural calm.
There is solace in words.
There is solace, for me, in words.
There is solace, only, in words.
8/7/06
Dick Cheney admits he was wrong two years ago
when he claimed the insurgency was almost over.
There is so little satisfaction in this that I want to cry.
what is the name of what a blue jay does
when it hovers close to the ground
in tight controlled circles
The waves rake the water-blackened stones
a seastone rattle, the wake,
roaring over future dust
A swarm of military helicopters materializes
from the haze obscuring the Santa Monica Mountains
Audiences were so horrified to find out it wasn’t Jennifer Beals dancing that
now an actor playing a welder trains to weld,
not just poke a spark at metal.
Don’t you think it’s funny
that this whole time I thought we were playing charades?
Flashes and waves
she felt only its warm
radiating
pinch
After awhile the ghosts you invite to your dreams
stop looking you in the eye.
They stare pointedly in the distance keeping you in their peripheral vision.
Or so you hope, even as you doggedly shadow their gaze.
Sparrows are among the only animals that don’t look like a pestilence in large numbers.
I’ve found the best way to get a pen you want is to find someone who has that pen and insist it’s yours.