With idle tales this fills our empty ears; The next reports what from the first he hears; The rolling fictions grow in strength and size, Each author adding to the former lies. Here vain credulity, with new desires, Leads us astray, and groundless joy inspires; The dubious whispers, tumults fresh designed, And chilling fears astound… Continue reading Regarding the Phenomenon of Political Lying
Category: poem
“Dog Days” by James Parker
I met a traveler from an antique land who stopped me with a blue-gloved hand and said, “That’s close enough. You might be carrying viral lint in your trouser cuff.” I could tell from the smell in the room he’d been having sex on Zoom. It was a shame we were so out of phase.… Continue reading “Dog Days” by James Parker
Newsfeed
White men are horrible, straight men are horrible, white straight suburban women are especially horrible, oven cleaner is white adjacent, history is horrible, you are horrible, look at my dog. Racism, hillbilly violence, iconoclasm, the anarchy must be put down, but isn't it about time, anarchy is okay, anarchy in the UK, anarchy is not… Continue reading Newsfeed
air and light and time and space
air and light and time and space "–you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for the first time in my life I’m going to have a place and the time to… Continue reading air and light and time and space
The Heat Death of a Wandering Star
A fortune teller in Northern California looked at my palm and said, “You’re going to lead an unnaturally long life.” Then she slid my money back across the table and added, “I feel bad for you.” This was in 2008 or 2009. My memory of the year is less distinct than the mournful expression on… Continue reading The Heat Death of a Wandering Star
Of Atonement and Troth
When is it time to pay our debts? Other ways of asking this question are: what do we live for? What is our highest value? What is the foremost goal of our lives? When will we know if we have reached it to satisfaction? When will we know that reaching it is no longer an… Continue reading Of Atonement and Troth
Holding a Cup and Overfilling It
Holding a cup and overfilling it Cannot be as good as stopping short Pounding a blade and sharpening it Cannot be kept for long Gold and jade fill up the room No one is able to protect them Wealth and position bring arrogance And leave disasters upon oneself When achievement is completed, fame is attained… Continue reading Holding a Cup and Overfilling It
July 23, 2013
One of my oldest and best friends, the poet and visual artist, Kurt Eidsvig, wrote this and sent it to me recently. I think it's a great poem and want to share it here. Thank you, Kurt. -- Women from independent coffee shops can't decide if they would rather star in one of your next… Continue reading July 23, 2013
The Writing Expedition 