First poem tossed and turned: I deleted it after eating leftovers from a non-traditional meal of dried bark A confused poem about floating in a black vacuum, like a pirate flag And then there was a dry well and a bunch of people dressed in robes and feathers, buckets of blood, etc. It was lousy […]
Both Percy and Bash were rookies in their fields but Bash struggled for confidence, even on a good day, whereas Percy felt like a seasoned pro, or rather she felt born to make sick children laugh at her terrible adulting skills. Prior to becoming a therapy clown, she worked in retail. Forcing smiles while ringing […]
No one has even tried to imagine who would have been on the cover of a rock & roll magazine in early 1981. Which means — Yikes, you all were in diapers at that time or maybe, eek, not born yet? Or perhaps you were only dreaming. Head in the clouds with Lucy? Having a […]
Final question: what happened to my mind and body when I sealed off my brain from the Big Issues for seven days? I buried the elections, Ukraine, Covid, the economy, climate change, the fate of animals, various dicks of the world, etc. It was glorious! I slept great, had enjoyable conversations with Genevieve and Mexicans […]
Yesterday was a cold Mexican morning, wet mist in the trees, like it used to be. I walked alone. Passing a guy in the street washing his car, I told him, dust never sleeps. Then the young woman in the little restaurant lugging a concrete umbrella base, and I asked, do you need help? And […]
That first encounter with Percy happened near the beginning of the theatre’s fall season. Dozens of touring acts had come through town since then, and with each one, Bash improved his technique. He was still a rookie LD (lighting director) but his willingness to take instruction from all available sources made him a quick study, […]
This is day four of my chosen isolation. Day three was a blur. Government and animal business. Here are a few tips if you every decide to drop out of the instantaneous communication which surrounds your head and heart. 1) Begin hiding from the world right before your cell phone runs out of minutes. This […]
Today is my second day of a news blackout. The first day went pretty well. I wrote a Tin Hats post, read 50-odd pages of Steppenwolf, walked the dogs twice, played with the cats, had a couple of good conversations with two street people and helped a crazy woman look for her missing kid. She […]
I have decided to avoid any word from the outside world for the next week. A news blackout of frighteningly personal conviction. Gringo acquaintances, who I may encounter on the street, I will ignore. Some Mexicans will be the exception. I will spend time with the drunk, the lame, the sick, and the half-mad; the […]
Duke’s latest offering has finally hit the presses. For the cover, I laid Tres’ artwork against a magazine article describing life in Palestine under the PLO. This article was first published in 1981 in a magazine that then used newsprint paper. On the cover was an iconic photo. If you can guess the name of […]
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