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Strictly fiction. |
Chapter 1 |
A poem from another summer. Found while packing up the house. |
My attempt at a country song. Now all I need is Toby Keith to sing it. Chords available upon request... |
Experimental fiction. |
Originally written in Nederland, Texas. Revised five minutes ago a bit farther west. |
14 March 2000 |
19 June 2000 |
11 March 2000 |
26 April 2000 |
23 April 2000 |
20 April 2000 |
10 April 2000 |
7 April 2000 |
4 April 2000 |
2 April 2000. |
1/22/08 |
Old poem. Submitted here for posterity & not much else. |
15 January 2008 - unfinished collaborative flash fiction |
Past Guest Ramble |
Also for APSI. After Pound's "In a Station of the Metro" |
Written for AP Summer Institute, after the Whitman poem |
To bookend the Etta... |
Etta James |
From 2000 or thereabouts. |
Sonnet from back in the day. |
ancient poem |
17 December 2006 |
Apologies to Marvell... |
Another spring |
18 March 2005 |
18 May 2004 |
26 April 2004 |
19 April 2004 |
19 April 2004 |
14 April 2004 |
27 April 2004 |
8 June 2003 |
From "The Last Party", a memoir by Norman Mailer's second wife |
A slice of life from 10 March 2001. |
The latest song I can't stop listening to. |
Just watched "The Milagro Beanfield War"... |
Reading Douglas Brinkley's book "The Great Deluge"... |
A "what if" piece... |
With apologies to Jerry Garcia... |
I'm teaching my students Navajo/Native American poetry... |
Take two... |
(revised) |
Freak Out! should be required listening for the entire human race. |
I have several skills. Careful proofreading is not one of them. |
Yes, he really wrote this. |
Remembrance of things past... |
As I sit here choking on juniper pollen... |
(Typos are like cockroaches in the bayou.) |
"A true story that never happened," to paraphrase Tim O'Brien |
This was going to be called "Get Gone," but I used that title for something else. |
NY poem from the early 90s. |
Short short story, circa 1993-94. |
(repost minus the typos) |
From earlier in the month... |
Irony-free... |
Second in a series of brief character sketches. |
Haiku from White Sands... |
To Belinda, who taught me how to see. |
Subversive little vignette that somehow made it into my HS literary mag. 4 January 1990. |
Written last week for one of my grad school classes... |
To Belinda - mother and wife - on her day. |
For aparajita's break up poem challenge. Written 6/3/04. At the time I thought this particular crack-up really sucked. Now I think *I* was the one smoking the crack. Heh. |
(Hemingway parody - what English majors do for fun...heh) |
To my Belinda. To us. |
Old poem revised. |
Wife & I just got back from a six-day road trip to the Four Corners... |
Re-working of an older piece... |
To Belinda. |
From 2/7/01. Oddly prescient. I think I was seeing the life I was meant to have - and would have. Someday. |
Written 7/14/01. Love-gone-bad-related if anything. Sort of. |
to belinda |
Written back in 2000...oddly prophetic as it turns out... |
romance-related in an elliptical way - had i not ended up here i never would have met my true soulmate. so for me the two will always be inextricably linked... |
(Re-post. Not sure what happened the first time...) |
fiction |
Unfinished screenplay from my days in Texas... |
To my girl at 10 months... |
From her Christmas album. Yeah, there is one. I like the part about the drunk Santa. |
(My favorite John Lennon song.) |
I don't think a color can be a metaphor, but whatever. |
a poem with no redeeming social value whatsoever |
(avoid mixing six-mile desert hikes with questionable mexican produce) |
(to b. - for life...) |
(To my Belinda... The Gipsy Kings will always be OURS! I love you...) |
To my Belinda - our song! |
repost - correction to second-to-last line |
Misti speaks in blues and haikus - and sometimes harsh language. |
Roxy Music. |
Letter to a couple on their 50th Anniversary. |
Found at the bottom of a trunk in the closet. |
Most underrated act of the century. |
My vote for the most heartbreaking song ever written... |
A different kind of love song. |
I find the English pastoral tradition fascinating, and I think this poem distills perfectly its combination of contentment & heartsickness w/the shadow of death always looming large--even--especially--in a perfect paradise. |
my wife is a trip. |
Found this in a little book Misti gave me once. |
my favorite rogers & hammerstein song (from 'south pacific'). gloriously politically-incorrect... |
Love you, baby... |
some songs speak for themselves |
instructional poem |
from back in the beginning... |
from new adventures in hi-fi. best damn song ever written. patti smith guested. |
cool lyrics |
thank GOD |
I can't recall who who wrote this, but Henry Purcell set it to music in his semi-opera "The Fairy Queen". It's extraordinarily beautiful. |
Yes! Exactly! Thanks to what's-her-name for mentioning this song... (Hey, to all you regulars out there, what's going on with the Blender attracting the mentally disturbed as of late? Personally, I think they're all the same person. Anything else would be just too scary to contemplate.) |
for some reason manilow is always associated with schlock. this is unfortunate. he's a truly great song stylist in the tradition of mathis. too bad it'll probably take another fifty years for critical opinion to catch up with reality. :( |
a new old novel of misti's. she's lost interest in it, but i think it's worth a second look... |
More people should know about Phil Ochs--especially at times like this. He was a poet, musician, revolutionary, friend of Bob Dylan...and much more. He is greatly missed. This was written right after the Chicago Democratic Convention in '68. |
This will make Misti mad. But I can only quote my hero Nietzsche: "Live dangerously." |
This about sums up Misti & I. But for the full effect you had to hear it sung by an Elvis impersonator at the Julie Rodgers Theatre in swinging downtown Beaumont, TX one week before Christmas... |
There's no description. This defies description. Like Misti. |
The title speaks to me for sentimental reasons. Mathis is way underrated. Makes Sinatra look like a chump--AND he's from Texas. Doesn't get much better'n that. |
We've had a tough couple of days. |
from "Wings at the Speed of Sound"---better than any Beatles album. Paul's artistic peak. |
Don't we all? |
It really is... |
this chick is goooood. i've had the honor of knowing her, and so should the rest of the world. |
from "Mecca and the Soul Brother", classic NYC hip-hop |
hmm... don't know if he actually wrote it, but nevertheless he IS this song... |
NYC hip-hop. A needed antidote to the lame Southern-fried beats that surround me these days... |
From "Court and Spark" |
From my xanga... |
inspired by some recent posts. words are wonderful things. |
Romance-related in an elliptical way... |
took a break from my study of gibbon's 'decline & fall of the roman empire' to write this... |
Summer can't last forever--not even in the Swamp... |
This song says it all. And more. |
Something's cooking on the Bayou... |
A collaborative poem |
There's more to the Bayou than the mud shack... |
First part in a series, I hope. |
Vegas according to Misti (buy her cd at swellaudio.com!!!) |
Misti needs to get back to her true calling, which she does better than anyone else I know: writing screenplays. I'm glad she is. Check out the work in progress at www.xanga.com! (She's Supercalifragile, btw...) |