I feared I would be late to the lounge for the 7pm reading, but as usual I was compulsively early. I sat at the end of the bar, not recognizing the friendly couple next to me until they spoke, we all but arriving together, and me knowing them from a reading in my neighborhood a …
The Empty Room
On the way to the hospital, I walk past Mosswood Park and was compelled to visit the amphitheater. Speckled key lights of sun were spilled randomly along the ground. When was the last time I was here: the late 90's men's group meeting? I was quite fond of those Sundays when a bunch of male …
Alternative Lives
There were several strikes against this poetry event having any audience at all. The first was it being scheduled on a Saturday afternoon at 3, when other even main event readings I've attended don't begin filling up until after sundown, irrespective of the day of the week. Second: beyond being asked by the events organizer …
Ghost Ride The Party
Jimmy (not pictured) sent me this email: Party After Art&Soul Saturday. At my spot, 8pm. Potluck is cool. Incidentally, where you been??? I'm sorry, that's inerect language. I shoulda said " where you been ...at! Ah knows mah Anglish purty damn good. I called him during a break at work. The last time I spoke to and saw …
The Dirty Rat 