The Bishop Johnson’s Diary, Part One

  Another installment in the on-going saga of Assumption Street. The Bishop Johnson’s Diary, Part One Telephone ringing, so answer it and press the black and cold Bakelite against your hot-blooded ear. “Yes?” The Bishop Johnson answers, but I am The Bishop Johnson’s diary, so I am in his pocket and hear it all. I... Continue Reading →

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 →

Manifesto for a Saturday

Manifesto for a Saturday Because, believe me! The secret to spreading more fruits And the greater enjoyment of existence Is to live dangerously! What comfort is found Being able to control yourself To keep the standstill consciousness Acquired by you doing What is usual, traditional and sanctified? Wake up pilgrim! This is truly great New... Continue Reading →

Threnody for Tristan Tzara

We had not seen or heard from Sam for a few days, so we walked over to his house to make sure he was okay. It was a beautiful, sunny day. November gold everywhere in the trees, in the vineyards. Off in the distance barking sanglier dogs. The sweet aroma of burning chêne and hêtre.... Continue Reading →

Aliens Com:mission

Sam handed me the typescript of a new piece he’s working on. My puzzled look. His patient answer. “Look,” he said. “I see it as a prompt for imagining. I have no desire to tell you what to feel or think. Take a moment. Get centered. Line at a time. Breathe. Let it work on... Continue Reading →

Olifant echo

Olifant echo Pizza Churros Snack On the road to El Pas De la Casa Andorra Riot of assembled Texts mountain high Pizza Churros Snack On the summit of life Gone to shop where An olifant wailed Roland To a martyr’s death Pizza Churros Snack Who the hell plays Olifant tunes anymore Would we even know... Continue Reading →

reading the old news

Significantly, after spending a morning and half an afternoon reworking the Carnival site, I had a strange interaction with the some old news which puzzled me because it wasn’t old at all. S1gntf1contly, none of them denied they hod the power to cHed th••r ,...: Thus, if we who o_re involved in promollng change in... Continue Reading →

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