[LO;}ng Ago and Far Away (Vignette) (Sequential fiction—Stateside Vietnam Era a/k/a Resilient Nam Era Hippies a/k/a Leftover Nam Era Hippies—best read with thumb out and little finger out—surf’s up somewhere)}
Eden in the summer of 1967 may have been the center of the universe. You cannot disprove that and neither can I. The GOTUS had declared that the boys of America were old enough to kill but “not for voting”.
Karpinsky and Dog stood catty-corner aside the intersection from the taking of the Purple House. Traffic was inordinately puzzled: a crescent shape of orange barrels and mesh construction barriers bowed from the corner, the traffic lights blinked amber, the alternated stop and go strings of cars crossing or turning the corners and wrecker crew vehicles exiting and retrying to park with most of the drivers rubbernecking at the demolition. Opposite corners…Continue
The problem is keeping your head above water for another four years... R&R ;-)
NOVEMBER 12, 2012 07:33 PM
Perhaps the rhyme ship sank
A rehearsal or reversal, blank
A word river sliver, nary contrary, non-iamb
A wordy shore&lore, tales&whales, dang logjam
Batten your trusses, yield your cusses,
Await, however late, soulful iambuses
NOVEMBER 13, 2012 01:34 PM
over here in the Minnesota House 60A, my…
The depth of a dead bird's hollowed eye and bright feathers sodden and drowned in prismatic antifreeze?
A zoomy arrested pathos: its beak gaped.
Over on its back, his belly feathered yellow, white, his crown a special woodpecker red, and black-checker black. What was I to do, foolish poet, failed short story writer, pissant, running on with one untied shoe, other than gently lift the dead *Melanerpes erythrocephalus* with a dishwasher's glove.
I must catalog to memory…Continue