A note from Sweety Bonita

Land of Humans, S.V.P. Who am the birth in your backyard That you’ve come a-poem Infinite births seeded Are on hold Your starry hands out in the sky Hide a heart ready to reheat Not enough for each other To look mobilized, to Hide behind words Reflect common goals. Is there no Love where Inside... Continue Reading →

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Sign, sign, everywhere a sign Blockin' out the scenery, breakin' my mind Do this, don't do that, can't you read the sign? —Five Man Electrical Band The following is a loose translation of an article in today’s L’Independent, our local newspaper—along with some personal commentary. We are passing this along... Continue Reading →

ballade méchanique

ballade méchanique w1TH the Packmag electnr mutnr, a can of AmhtnizL three or tour flashlight u-lk. and a bit of cardboard, a very sctnccablc nmdvl clcctnc launch can be mada Buih from thr hut-s furnished 0n page 26 1t \\i|] be mull 1111111111 1-1 tun in a hath “m, yet “<11 be large 1 cnuugh... Continue Reading →

Wishing to wed

Wishing to wed Wishing to wed But deep swimming in His melancholic humor Also crazy & presently intelligent & decidedly blatant What else did he expect Anyway when he twisted The spout Sniffed the scent Spoiled soja undeniable Approaching a long time The fermenting But he was glad to finally decide Finally The damned icebox... Continue Reading →

The meaning of enigma

If you look hard enough, you’ll find that enigma is rife with meaning. For instance, this: enigma 1.Someone perplexing or puzzling. A word people usually use incorrectly. Flipping out and throwing a shoe across the hall at someone's head, hitting them between the eyes. “Had an enigma, ended up with a riddle.” —The Hives I... Continue Reading →

Cassandra revealed

She heaved the hove of harbingers Weaving droves a-swirling in the sky While tending to the messengers & gleaming silken metaphrases. Heaving the hove above a darkling sea, If ever she had words for anyone She tucked them in her hat & called Them mocking birds. Heaving Harbingers masked as mantises Praying for deliverance wherefrom... Continue Reading →

Dog Star

Our old friend and fellow traveler, Santos Dumont, met us at the café on the square in centre ville this morning. He was late, as usual, and blamed his tardiness on his blameless car, a 1998 Cent-six with a dented passenger door and no hubcaps. He was a little wild-eyed from, he insisted, an all-night... Continue Reading →

A report from the Coast

Death at the Voodoo Doughnut Shop A recent report from the coast where her last seen loaded             on Pass Road          we think we know more than Iko I no CHIEF POWER SALES  offers no more punishment for a death at the Voodoo Doe-Nut Shop, oh... Continue Reading →

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