Wednesday, November 07, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
You know you won't, but you want to let the
Breeze flow across your skin. A simple request
Just stay here beside me. Just be here with
It is a request. Not a demand.
Only desire Just an animal inquiry.
So so so so so You know.
There was an apple on the cupboard,
You left it Like you left me.
An easy consumption
And easy avoidance.
So so so so so so
I left the window open,
The wind It blows across your skin and you are cold
It is my fault.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Skip the Store Altogether
Jaysus living Christmas.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
If you decide to take on the care of another life,
you need to respect its needs.
- If I get a cow, I provide it hay and grass.
- If I get a snake, I provide it mice.
- If I get a cat, I provide it a ground yellow corn, corn gluten meal, chicken by-product meal, soybean meal, beef tallow (preserved with mixed tocopherols), animal digest, calcium carbonate, turkey by-product meal, salmon meal, ocean fish meal, phosphoric acid, choline chloride, salt, potassium chloride, titanium dioxide (color), vitamins (vitamin E supplement, niacin supplement, vitamin A supplement, d-calcium pantothenate, thiamine mononitrate [source of vitamin B1], riboflavin supplement [source of vitamin B2], pyridoxine hydrochloride [source of vitamin B6], menadione sodium bisulfite complex [source of vitamin K activity], vitamin D3 supplement, folic acid, biotin, vitamin B12 supplement), minerals (ferrous sulfate [source of iron], zinc oxide, manganous oxide, copper sulfate, calcium iodate, sodium selenite), taurine, yellow 6, yellow 5, red 40, blue 2, rosemary extract.
Friday, September 07, 2012
I am inspired by toilet fixtures
FAST FILL VALVE
FITS ALL BRANDS
I won't mention that it
REPLACES UNIVERSAL FILL VALVES
I GUESS I DID.
The installation was as simple
As the box suggested
But I have a bucket of water
From the drained tank that I
Have not emptied.
You know it is impolite to talk
About our bodily functions
But changing the float valve
In this shitter really makes me
Want to take a royal shit
So I do.
Goodness. You shouldn't talk
The INSTALLATION went well
I even consulted the Spanish
At least it flushes now.
Thursday, September 06, 2012
You were dour
And you know it
The postcards from
That far away city
Speak of love
You must read that
Book aloud to us all
We are stuck on the
But then again
We drank at the
There was loss
There was gain
Your excellence cannot
Match a regular schedule
Of meetings and schedules
I suggest you write
That's what you do
The glaring sun could not outshine
Your honeysuckle brilliance.
You sang, my God you sang.
You sang of a memory lost
And then recovered
You sang of lust undiscovered
I talked to you after, quite foolishly,
And said "honeysuckle" when it was
All honey tastes as sweet,
As the poet says.
An ode should be longer,
But I am overwhelmed, like
Keats with his bubbles winking
Your wine has over-taken me.
What's the strophe? What's the
Antistrophe? But here's the epode:
Pindar celebrated athletic performance,
Did he not? You out shot the sun
In your simple song sung.
Twelve hundred million meters
I say. No discus could ever
Sail so far or so high.
Tis not unusual, as Tom, might
Wednesday, September 05, 2012
I was born to be lonely,"
The lights were on in his
Second, a casual conversation
In the hall, "I'm just feeling
Third, I don't recall it so
Clearly, but it was a lost
Girl who walked by me and
Said hello. She glanced quickly
Side to side
Hush now, don't explain
Monday, August 06, 2012
Hearing others talk about our-
Selves at some discrete point in
Sometimes it is while we lay
In bed--our father dying in the
Sometimes it is sitting behind
A wall--where, on the other
Side they discuss your future.
Balancing it out, you know
Is the other
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Saturday, July 07, 2012
Friday, July 06, 2012
Thursday, July 05, 2012
Monday, July 02, 2012
Wednesday, June 06, 2012
Sunday, June 03, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Why else do machines
Not fix themselves?
- Mom's basement
- Grandma's basement
- Aunt's basement
- Garden level at Cascading Palms w/ 3 others
- Hotel room
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Thursday, May 17, 2012
His glasses likely flew off his
It was one of those plaintive cries
That only men, only, choke out
With the dissolution of their
There was a reply
It was low bass
The wind struck then
Rattling the apricot
Nothing more could be
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Payson Canyon Spring
Originally uploaded by Clint Gardner
No HftNM yet one this venture, but this might just be one of best pictures I've ever captured. It is, none-the-less, probably my favorite photo so far.
Haibun to follow--perhaps shortly, or perhaps longly.
I am on vacation, after all.
Stop peer pressuring me!
Monday, May 14, 2012
There, that blog post again, it itches his skin
The one that some no one someone posted
But like untreated syphilis it haunts his cowboy
There, there is his past; the stupid he can't live
Down or up, the empty heart that was tied to
Place and time and time and place and dark
The kids loved to hate him, and he tell himself
That before he leaves seventeen comments
Because eighteen would be too many to
And then he searches again and again and again
Looking for those mentions of himself and him
Self. Because that is what cowboys do who have
Lives after being a kid's show star and no some
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Lilacs were a favorite flower of pioneers and was my mother's favorite flower. I thought of her on seeing them with their heart-shaped leaves. The trinity that Whitman mentions is the trinity of Mother/Father/Child. Love.
WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom’d, And the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night, I mourn’d—and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring. O ever-returning spring! trinity sure to me you bring; Lilac blooming perennial, and drooping star in the west, And thought of him I love. (Whitman)
There was some other signs of us at the site: beer cans and butter cups, but one strange placement puts it all together:
Friday, May 11, 2012
It was quite a beautiful morning. The redwing blackbirds were out in force; their trumpeting, however, couldn't overwhelm thrush that were singing madly in the bullrushes whilst making their nests with catkin fluff.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Yellow Creek Canyon sits at the bottom of the Salt Lake Valley in the Oquirrah Mountain Range.
Tuesday, May 08, 2012
Friday, May 04, 2012
My friend of all these years talks through history
Of thought he once found suspect and nonsense
But he has found the root of the conflict and how
The tree was pruned; how the prevailing winds have
Leaned the tree hard against injustice of life
It is the lonely leaf (not alone) that feels the
Whip of a hot summer breeze or the punch of hail
Those on the windward side shrivel and tear
Those leeward grow wide with thick veins
The tree knows to sway and twist in balance
Through its studied response to the weather's
Without the tree, no leaf. Without the leaf, no tree
Meanwhile, outside, a gentle spring rain falls on
The lush forest of the university, dripping life
On sparkling sidewalks slick with the future
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Me grow old: my temples grey; my ruddy
Visage wrinkled with wise distinction
You used words like that, then. I remember.
I wonder when I look for you on the wires
If those words ever come back to you
While changing the diaper of your daughter
Who would have been ours, if the words
Had been right.
A young friend now tells me that words
Spoken or written shape his existence
You know that I know that you know that we
Know nothing is less real than the words we
Cast into the boiling pot of our lives
An incantation of being simply cannot exist
Still, I sit and scribble the words, casting back
To a time when you loved me and I loved you
And words really did make our love real and
Solid like the slick concrete I once cracked
My head against, having fallen while catching
You before you fell.
"I am in the back of the bus by the fan, so it is noisy,"
He shouts into it. The cockney gym rat stares him down.
The wheeler-dealer is not phased and continues to wheel,
"I'll call you back, but I just wanted to touch base and
Make sure we are on for Friday. I mean it is time to
Two more stops and three more calls and he bounds
Off the bus to his dollar store destination. Everyone
Knows but he, that he is talking to no one and nothing
Monday, March 26, 2012
Thirty years buried in the sticky clay of your town
But then you wake at 3:23 in the morning and he
Has transmogrified into a drooling demon who
Murders your sister, who threatens to slit your throat
And you spend the whole of the next day secretly
Aghast, since his ghost now haunts you
Not the demon that your unwaking mind made him
To be, but the man who was; the man who built
You a boat to sail in the drain ditch out front
Why now has he transformed for you?
What have you done that has made him change?
What have you given up? What have you kept?
So you walk out into the storm, clutching your
Collar close, wondering if you will find him
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
But the ridicule that dropped from your lips stained your
Best dress shirt with a jagged pool of yellowing hate
Sneering, you wondered why people would turn on you
It was them, of course, not your stained shirt, not the bitter
Spell bubbling away in the cauldron of your soul
So what is to be done? Where do you go with all the seething
Mockery that wants to boil over and cover the stove in a sticky
Syrup of jeers that you once thought built the body of your
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Where mountain range nearly touches mountain range
God to Adam at the bottom of the valley
One arm inclined in lackadaisical acceptance
The other disinclined in active indifference
A sea gull follows the wire through the morning haze
Never reaching the point where man and divine
Join together in a rocky embrace
Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
Thursday, January 05, 2012
In a rust-gutted '83 K car last owned by her exes
Not exactly a new car, but it was new to them.
And he laughs and she laughs and they both laugh.
She is out of the car now, and bolts to
His door, snagging a crumbling shard
Of fender on her pink running shorts
He bursts out of the car and she hugs his waist
"What do we need?!" she exclaims
Hands sliding into his sweat pants.
"Everything!" He shouts picking her up and spinning
Her round. "Everything!"
So they skitter, clenched tight to each other, to the store,
Panicking briefly when they realize they have walked
Into the out door instead of the in
Time is their enemy at this point, since everything
Runs at triple speed for them yet everything they
Do takes three times as long
They spin around each other
Three times dodging an old lady hobbling
To get inside
Of course they are behind her and they
Can barely contain themselves as the geezer
Steps surely over the rubberized automatic
Still not inside
Still not inside
But then it is the decision of carts
Should it be the big cart or the little cart
Or do they just need a basket
Each option is carefully considered between
Fits of laughter
Followed by clenching and spinning
They enter the store with no cart and end up past
The cold medicine when they realize their
"Fuck!" And he laughs and then she laughs and then they
Both laugh before grabbing onto each other and spinning.
They wander, four hands on the basket handle
Laughing and grabbing and throwing and spinning
Their basket nearly full but they continue on
When you are tweaking you never know what's
Around the next endcap
It could be a cage display of pickles
It could be tampons
It could be your landlord tapping his foot
But it was just Ritz and Cheez Whiz in a jaunty
Holiday display of Santa offering a darn cheezy good