Mean Old Lady
Beady cruel eyes unwavered when I crashed my bicycle into the roadside fence she walked in the middle of the sidewalk then swerved into my path as I overtook No reaction, no contrition Just the smug satisfaction of causing another human discomfort I know she knew what she did! What a shame to be ugly AND evil
Fear of success
Creativity or bending reality to your will is overrated for difficulty It takes practice like anything else worth doing even when it’s hard It’s underrated for fear Fear of rejection, criticism, failure not to mention fear of success But regret is worse than fear
For Tellio
rewilding, unschooling fantasies of teachers running amuck demilitarization, UBI delusions of Americans believing the hype fighting the power ignoring our eyes Ideas Not balls of clay Slabs of stone Chisel until there’s nothing left but dust and us looking at each other dumbfounded What's next?
My Uncle Paul (2018)
My Uncle Paul died this week pretty old twice warred on cancer once victorious. His laugh like a trombone silly powerful resonant He took me for walks Taught me that you can break the rules as long as you’re not hurting anyone. His beard was green His girlfriend drank beer He hurled pancakes out the window He ruined good halibut with shake-n-bake His paintings stir the imagination His cartoons sooth the frustrations of being a liberal American. I remember his van. a supreme bug-out vehicle if ever there was one. He reflected a side of me that could have remained dormant undiscovered me, more as I would want to be than as I actually am.