Moment of Inertia |
It's what makes the pancake hold stillwhile you slip the spatula under itso fast it doesn't move, my father saidstanding by the stove.All motion stopped when he died.With his last breath the earthlurc...
Posted by on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 08:16:00 GMT |
Riveted |
It is possible that things will not get betterthan they are now, or have been known to be.It is possible that we are past the middle now.It is possible that we have crossed the great waterwithout know...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Feb 2008 03:58:00 GMT |
How To Kill |
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man,I looked into the air too long.The ball fell in my hand, it sangin the closed fist: Open OpenBehold a gift designed to kill.
Now in my dial of ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Jan 2008 03:51:00 GMT |
I Love the Way Men Crack |
I love the way men crack open when their wives leave them,their sheaths curling back like the splitshells of roasted chestnuts, exposing the sweet creamy meat. They call youand unburden their hearts t...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 03:52:00 GMT |
Call It Quits |
If you're not a movie mogul, rock star, or Presidentif you're not a CEO sitting on a billion in the bank,no on will answer your e-mails, phone calls or letters.You'll be helpless, hopeless, too old, t...
Posted by on Sun, 23 Dec 2007 08:02:00 GMT |
Only What I Can Do |
Dedicated to Juan Bernal, died September 9, 2001, at age 41I write a letter for my client today.I sit with him on the deckof the skilled nursing facility.He eats breakfast, smokes cigarettes.He ...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 01:10:00 GMT |
Failure |
To pay for my father's funeral I borrowed money from people he already owed money to.One called him a nobody.No, I said, he was a failure.You can't remember a nobody's name, that's whythey're called n...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Dec 2007 02:00:00 GMT |
Sleeping |
Whether you think it's trampy or not,when we are not awake,we really are ALL sleeping together.Sawing logs, snoozing, getting a little shuteye,some sacktime, heading to slumberland, doing the blanket ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 08:49:00 GMT |
Loss and Gain |
When I compareWhat I have lost with what I have gained,What I have missed with what attained,Little room do I find for pride.I am aware How many days have been idly spent;How like an arrow the good in...
Posted by on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 08:25:00 GMT |
Letter of Recommendation |
Miss A, who graduated six years back, has air-expressed me an imposing stackof forms in furtherance of her heart's desire:a Ph.D. Not wishing to deny her,I dredge around for something laudatoryto say ...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 03:56:00 GMT |
