Along light colored sand
she said: “Brown becomes the aesthetic.”
Only four years later, I get it.

There was uncertainty and confusion lasting a good while. Regaining composure, a set of rollers found saled up just the street for a smokey five. Maybe lust came easy. No set a Krietlers. Premium cost providing the finest lament of loathsome experience in smooth rotation. Brussel Sprouts on a stick. No not here. There is [...]

I don’t get serious very often, but do you know why you REALLY have today off? From the  Letter From a Birmingham Jail to the famous I Have a Dream speech to the rest of his oratory art…the motivation and the follow through to take on The Man is simply remarkable.
It was one part vision mixed [...]

The chrome lugs cut like diamonds.
Like nipples dragging across my face.
Thirty dollars left my pocket with a smile.
A thank you.
The Superba had been had.

I had not thought about my old friend The Big Hurt much of late. It wasn’t until my wife told me a story this week of a co-worker of hers, a nice guy about my age that I’ve met exactly once, that I thought much about it at all. Seems the old boy [...]

A fence of bacon meanders across a rolling pasture of hash browns as the sun rises beyond a distant range of scrambled egg and french toast.
Good morning, Freedom.
- werds by Hawk.

Another one in from our man Senna. He writes, I post, you read. We all win.

I’m watching out of my window. I’ve never noticed before the ravens and their behavior, but today I’m seeing what they are doing. There is a gang of about 6 of them flying about the tops [...]

I used to work with this guy back in the day. Loony as a bird. But once in a while something would come out of his mouth that was pure genius. One day he tells me “Don’t stop till the blood on your sword is the blood of the king”. The [...]

The thumb tack was pushed into her front tire, the tire and bike were both blue, it was a lady’s frame. Her tire was flat. We were in the fourth grade. I never knew who pushed in that thumbtack, only that it had not been me. For reasons I didn’t understand [...]

Ladies & Gentlemen, meet Senna. He writes. I post. You read.

The Kinetic Cathartic part I
Where the castle once stood
no less, a castle of wood
are large lots of stacked mesh crates
plastic square containers translucent
stacked 6 high, 400 gallons each
of oil, and fuel, and lubricants used
The bike path passes this sight
and to [...]

I’ve been thinking more lately about cycling. About bicycles. About me. Actually riding bikes. I used to, you know. Once. Upon a time.
I rode them here, I rode them there. I rode them everywhere.
Now I sit and read law books, case briefs, learned treatises, horn books, [...]

Men with popped collars
I am surrounded
by men with popped collars.
Burberry, Polo, and Lacoste.
Fear not
I am near them,
not of them.

Rhapsody on a Windy Night
T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Twelve o’clock.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
[...]

I’ll have to start remembering the actual cross streets for these fun little stories I’ve been dutifully transcribing upon these vaulted pages. This morning I saw a guy at another bus stop (this being different than the previous two) on the south side of Thomas, near about 32nd Street, with a 22 ounce can [...]

Hey, it looks like Thursday to me. And that means it’s time for some poetry.
From: Charlie S.
Subject: Poem
whoa, dropped a bean
where’d it go
no wonder there are beans going everywhere,
a saboteur!
beans cleverly hidden between tinfoil layers
so that as I undress the burrito they jump out at me
this means war
Charlie S.
the Hive
www.bythehive.com

Library, again.
Within your bosom, I view
this confine of law

I get the weirdest email. All the “wanna bigger penis?” ones plus “pain meds!” and the like. Some offer no text other than the nonsense that hopes to clear the spam filter. Some make it through. Some don’t.
Some are simply shared as I know not else to [...]

Value of improvement to property
Laying flat on my back on the kitchen floor with my hands on my face.
Steve Earl playing “Poncho & Lefty” on the radio.
I feel as though I could get sick.
Contracts II final in another hour and 45 minutes.

Fatherhood seized.
Big things. Mistakes. Pink had to do.
It seems to be crashing.

Another weekend, burned to the ground.
Happy Monday.

…is still a poem.
Found this one last week and thought I’d share. You know, because I can.
Handymen
By Cornelius Eady
The furnace wheezes like a drenched lung.
You can’t fix it.
The toilet babbles like a speed freak.
You can’t fix it.
The fuse box is a nest of rattlers.
You can’t fix it.
The screens yawn the bees through.
Your fingers are [...]