Willem Dafoe Comes To Town

I’m taking a break from writing a book of love poems, I have about 20,000 words, 100 poems or so, and 20 or 30 women down. Shuffling through a few pages from a very old unfinished novel, I came across these lines: There is nothing newer than that which is forgotten and leaves the mind. […]

Thoughts From The Standing Desk

I’m worried that I can’t write worthwhile in a standing position.  It seems I need to build my core, prevent my back from collapsing.  If you recall I fell sixty feet off a cliff about eight years ago.  (That’s bullshit, who could survive? It’s called “ledges on the way down”.) My back is deteriorating and […]


It’s been hailing all over the country.  The Mexico City storm collapsed buildings and caused heavy flooding in the streets.  There were no drugs involved, which is saying a lot for Mexican disasters.  My personal storm, here in the town on the side of a mountain, was only 30 minutes long.  Hardly time for anyone […]

The Jagged Fragmentation of Duke Miller

For the past few weeks, he’d been trying to understand the mathematics of String Theory and the power of stillness and silence.  Italian movies were also part of the mix.  The way the color and language sliced into his eyeballs like somebody working on a Margherita pizza for delivery and, let’s face it, his eyesight was […]

Letter To Myself

Dear Duke, I think it is better to die without regrets.  That, of course, is hard to do.  I’ll need to make time for this. Check my schedule. We are all connected through the life behind each thought. The structure of our minds breaking down is our collective depression. The world has made a series […]

For A. Mole: The Poetry Of Fish

He asked, when you talk to a stranger in a bar, do you speak in poetry Would a mundane conversation reveal revelation worthy of preservation Guided by the idea, I went into a bar and some guy asked me, do you fish Are there any good rivers or streams with trout, maybe bass I nodded […]

Everything According To Plan

It’s been four days since I posted under the name of Bertolt Brecht The best I can do so far is round frames for my glasses and racing thoughts in my mind I start with slender feet that count the beats of my heart and then end up freezing to death in Bosnia There’s a […]

Blood in the Exchange

Like a cobra, I watch the movement of currency My head going slowly, side to side There, there, look … a faint signal from the bowels of money The dollar strengthens, the others weaken I quickly rub my hands together, all for friction’s sake … building a fire in my fingers The heat illuminating my […]