Category Archives: Literature

Kind of busy today with the art fair (mostly busy suppressing my homicidal urges toward the human herd, I’m afraid) so I’ll burden you with another piece of my juvenilia circa 1975 —   Moonlight Sonata The moonlight stretched like … Continue reading →

Stop yer sobbin’! It’s SWAY (PART THREE)   She’d been in a lot of classes with Charlie that first year and had been intrigued by him from the start, even though he was so firmly outside her quickly drawn social … Continue reading →

whoooo…you can stop holding your breath because here’s Part 2 of SWAY… although it’s wildly inadequate I’d like to dedicate this number to the memory of SYD BARRETT 1946-2006   She moved her head back a little and her reflection … Continue reading →

To all my legion of fans: we’re heading north to the big island for the 4th so there won’t be any new content on this site or those affiliated for about a week. Why not take that time to look … Continue reading →

Like almost everything else, the instant printing revolution has two sides to it. The dark side, and to my thinking the misuse of the new technology, is the fact that ANYBODY with a few bucks can have their scribblings printed, … Continue reading →

Stationary Chaos   brought to you by THE ANN ARBOR QUESTION AUTHORITY                          "The nymph of false moonlight"                                – Catullus                           1.   The waitress older than she seems The business woman running between cars The school … Continue reading →

The garden court   Posing as Dr. Chaos   To create something near consciousness Its meaning stated in its existence   The oven Sylvia Plath put her head in   A mythic morning with the playmate of your choice   … Continue reading →

4. Pittsburgh women are the most beautiful women in the world. I think it’s got to do with mongrel vitality — the ethnic mix, the Slavic cheekbones, the Celtic complexion, the Italian drama, but it’s also their vitality, the kind … Continue reading →

O.K., more from my novel SNAKES IN CAVES — I know this is really long by internet standards but it’s my friend John’s favorite chapter AND I had a dream last night where Deb told me to work on it! … Continue reading →

or even in the morning corners of memory: from rain and lightning to her garage cluttered car tire air pump chain door the eternal moment of suspense calling blunt fingered unlatching her voice somewhere above sounding at last scarlet turtleneck … Continue reading →