. . . we can concur that sound bites are highly malleable wedge issues. . .
Wasting assets and false needs are clear and prescient dangers --- expedients of greed and fear, dare I say, detractors from social welfare, which is goal orientated toward good, self-actualized - sane - healthy human beings.
And our better angels.
Hence, the contra to social welfare is social warfare. The circumstance a…Continue
Yours is the first face I saw after a pivotal, brutal day. Handful of senators my white ass I’ve always said. I appreciate all your glorious words since, well, down through the ages.You should know if I still have your Flannery Conner’s book (the story where she rambled down highway 41 selling shower rings with the fat uncle?) well slap me left and right!
Not much, anda some…Continue
Hey ol' boy where you going with those ten assault rifles?
"Burt's chili, ana BLT--mayo ona side, you know, please---Coca-cola."
"Hash browns, hon?"
"No--no thanks—are we about twenty-four hours from Tulsa...."
"Do I look like wayfarer's aide, hon?"
On National Ave. the Clement Zablocki Veteran's Memorial Hospital overlooks the autumn woods and steel girders of Miller Park; silver-golden fireworks as loud as a drop forge echo on through the timelessness and style and swagger of sweet victory.
Again, the sweat of passion, reserved for October, when it was 1957. The hickory sea of painted chairs in the Milwaukee County…
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What? That I should take and type through Carl Sandburg's letter To Mrs. Jacob Buchbinder---
Aug. 23 
O that the three best words had been learned as such!
Ya think John Lennon, JFK MLK RFK and countless millions would still be with us ?
Bobby Kennedy's Speech for Humanity
Amber May sun rose from my jacketed vantage an arms' disc just about an hour ago through the 100' and more Civil War aged sycamores, ash, basswoods as a loud geese flock winged incredibly fast through those largely deadwood tree tops, just above elicit spring green leaves while SUVs twice as expensive as my parent's 1957 three bedroom brick ranch, that squared sturdy new construction not far, one, two zip codes NW, those trucks and an old Caddy with loose pipes, over yesterdays fresh…Continue
and was her major Love a minor in Free Speech her book Freedom of Assembly her young thoughts yet free that reckless chance of carnage stop and tranquil change and her thoughts of nesting birds, old books to buy, Europe the next Bastille a turn a step a sun warm trigger, those fateful exams an eagle screams winged above our Magna Carta on the ground our boots of protection of lock and load hidden within rail side thistle, those hallways of glinted chrome toward five light years, oh dark…Continue
I dreamed I saw a child of God
walkin along the road
'"Let me give you an example. Let us say you want to be a great musician, and you want your music to create wealth for you. But you are frustrated in making it work. So you get drunk from time to time. You cannot communicate with an inner energy if you do not maintain balance, if you get drunk all of the time. Drinking becomes an irrelevant side path, so dump it. '"*
No ridin ridin
feather tickin puckin
tuckin luckin tween
only dead cat stench
O bled! O poppy red!
from the nights'
all eyes and years
a shoulder roll
yon reverse boot
that green-tinged corn beef
I'd promised my landlady not to spontaneously type here until all the rent is caught up, PIF, and an adroit avatar input rather than this LOCH NESS gargoylism proffered to us'in newbees.
However a torrent of sustained irony keeps me hanging on, e.g.: my capital F failure as a poet, journalist, short story writer, vignette writer, all of it, the poet, pauper, pawn and ....
Even now the apparent waste and near worthlessness of my 24 month earnstwhile endeavor, or so:…Continue
bring your own Dom
Jim will read aloud excerpts from his St.Robe Fiction anticipating good vibes.
He reports (that) he's opted to wear a madras flannel toga.
No derringers on garters, please!