Saturday. 4/25/09

Early evening
stroll. Kudzu lays the smack down
on pines--sleeper hold.

Friday. 4/24/09

From Basho:

Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die

Thursday. 4/23/09

From The Platters:

"I watched the harbor
lights. How could I help if tears
were starting. Goodbye..."

Wednesday. 4/22/09

apocalyptic
vision! dorsal fins, the size
of catamarans.

Tuesday. 4/21/09

The humans gathered
'round, wailing, "where? WHERE? Are there
no fish for tacos?!?!?!"

Monday. 4/20/09

We spent that summer
in a bubblegum goth band.
We opened for Blood.

Sunday. 4/19/09

I’ve been formatting
this thing all morning. You take
that voodoo elsewhere.

Saturday. 4/18/09

Last night, planting some
Hostas, Ringo uncovered
The gateway to Hell.

Friday. 4/17/09

A Landlord's Lament

The bird house has new
tenants--Big Ass wasps! I rue
the day, rent is due.

Thursday. 4/16/09

Finding a balance,
that space between, I become
a synthesizer