There’s nothing like a tall glass of refreshing Water and, as I’m an Aquarius and the son of a Groundwater Hydrologist, one might say I have wet genes, which I vividly remember trying to get back on when I was young and the season was summer and it was a Lost Afternoon after skinny dippy … Continue reading Water, None to Not Drink
A Muse, Unpacked
When I informed her I'm into Cantilevers, she told me I was "naughty," but added that she once won a Limbo Tournament. I could not help but be interested, i.m.h.o.
Doughnuts, Encoded
Friday comes. Donuts, chums? -- Godot, upon arrival Donutland is deserted. And perhaps if Plato had only stopped playing footsies with the shadows and gotten the hell out of the cave, then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't be in this predicament. But, here I am, predicament'd while the smell of Rheology blows by me. Visions … Continue reading Doughnuts, Encoded
Intersomething
On the Intermodal side of a Dream and the stars star in 12-D and all I can do is watch and contemplate "stuff" on the Long Journey to the Discovered Country and, if lucky, Biscuits & Gravy
On Allium Cepa
"Let's luxuriate, darling," she whispers. "For the bay tree is blooming." Who am I to argue? We sit on a blanket. She's near. Her breath. A kiss of whiskey, a splash of raw red onion. She smells warm. I watch her teal shift shift dangerously in the mild yet strong spring breeze. Her legs and … Continue reading On Allium Cepa
Yes
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
The Hole Universe
It’s A Yhing
Ever notice if you spell bus backwards it's "sub?" Coincidentally, methinks.
Wood, By Any Other Name
Robert Frost once wrote something seemingly Profound about a Fork in the Road. I can't for the life of me remember, but if I take the Middle Fork I'll get to Glasgow before ye.
J.P.B.
Putting the Jelly on before the Peanut Butter