Alma Lolloon: 5th Installment of Work in Progress – Epigraphs

The novel “Alma Lolloon” opens with two epigraphs, both of which serve the ordinary purpose of the epigraph but are also part of the fiction being created. In each, the original is given, followed by an “interpretive translation” by the narrator of “Alma Lolloon,” who is Alma Lolloon: Experience, though noon auctoritee Were in this…

Plein-air on Mt Tabor

Late summer in the Northwest finished hot and dry, smoke and ash drifting from the wildfires drizzling down onto our outdoor evening tête-à-têtes in the city. The Gorge fire was the closest to us. Ash blew with the east winds and if windows were left open you awoke with ash on the sills and furniture…

The Flags of Our Dispositions

Some talk again about the end of this world but yr rapture might not be his rapture & maybe he’ll be happy as hops to see you go. Kneel, stand, or dodge the show weekend TV questions for the status quo diversion plays reductio ad absurdum the flags of our dispositions. More disposed to please…

Starting with No

Starting out at nine in search of yes watches synched to 21:00 another night problem to hug and home by one. Starting out at no thing was ever what it seemed to be the toilet by the back gate not plant pot nor art. Starting out ending up in the same place it might have been…

Center of Totality

Between you and the solarium this hottest of summer mornings cools a path across the countryside an eye floater moon receding in the salt tide of shrunk space as you wait in your circle rooted in angst for the darkness to dissolve. What old fear draws you here to this perfect sphere, the moon you…

The Beauty of Prayer

The beauty of prayer is anywhere, pewless, without candle or book or holy water. We can pray in a mall or in the stall on our way or off the wall. Even just the wish to pray, Thomas Merton says, is a gift of great grace. Pray at work, pray at play. Thich Nhat Hanh…

A Country Western Song, 90 Miles Inland

I saw you come and fell to my knees, waves opened and mermaids sang, Oh, Lord, this boy’s in love. You opened your mouth, and my tongue swam in, church bells rang about living in sin, Oh, Lord, this boy’s in love. At the altar somewhat late, the flowers turned to wine. Suit and tie,…

Body Talk

Mr. Body awoke feeling poky. “It’s your diet,” Mrs. Body sd. “I eat the same crap as everybody.” “Just as you say.” “What are those gold chains about their necks all about?” “True that. Tiffany’s on steroids.” “What are the qualities of good plumbing?” “You don’t hear the pipes growling in the walls.” “No leaks,…

The Phenomenology of Error

The Phenomenology of Error[i] A solo Mission at the Ranger Station before group poetry night, hoping for a good napkin poem. When we read like police we make a criminal[ii] shot with red pencil corrections, the poet apprehended, booked. Pull over the rotting rhymester! Handcuff this conceptualist clown. Arrest that academic asshole. Ticket the doggerel…

Summer Notes: 7 – Shoeless

Discalced order of children running aground barefoot, the beach sand so hot we flip flopped like fish out of the water close at hand. When you did not know what a thing was, you gave it a name, then you knew it. Flip-flops went everywhere, named for their sound, rubber sole held to the front…