Archive for the ‘People’ Category

Untitled (May 7, 2012 – San Jose, Calif.)
May 8, 2012

Untitled (Woman with Blue Mirror) by Bob Clyatt This summer I am looking ever more like my mother once did. My hair flowing halfway down my back as I walk the streets of our neighborhood past old Victorian houses, warehouses, under the overpass, just past a Starbucks, and into an urban garden. Through my earphones [...]

Gigantic and full of feminine menace
April 29, 2012

by Louise Bourgeois The Orange Spider by Tony Fitzpatrick Dreamcatcher web Libertine Revue – Lola Montez’s Spider Dance (Lola the Vamp) Joanna Newsom ~ Have One On Me

Newly Blinded Woman
April 17, 2012

“I miss the things which people take for granted the most such as seeing the sky and the sea.”

A sly, candescent purple iris
March 6, 2012

A sly, candescent purple iris blossomed on my nightstand while I slept dumbly beside it.   In the otherworld of night it unfurled its yellow tongues to whisper drunk & lovesick dreams to me.   What’s this about my lover constructing a mobile home out of an old school bus?   What’s this about my [...]

Big Fish
February 9, 2012

(work in progress… or is it done? hard to tell…) I caught a big fish this time. I hadn’t been out for awhile. Maybe I’ll take him home for supper, rub him with oil, butter— really moisten him up. Maybe this one’s big enough to fill me up to my lungs. So I can hardly [...]

A poem in progress re. http://autos.aol.com/article/new-york-city-accident-insurance-fraud/
April 16, 2011

That’s not the story. That’s not even the story—The man you call a Fraud wasn’t thinking at the time about the insurance money he could collect when he Swerved to the side of the Bronx freeway at rush hour and ran out to help the truck driver who’d jack-knifed his haul. He wasn’t thinking about [...]

Wailing Women [media essay]
July 23, 2010

Short media essay on depictions of “wailing women,” or women in grief.

Movers
June 4, 2010

A year later, when she tired of hometown life
And wanted to move to the “big city” to the north,
We moved her then, too…

Waking
February 2, 2010

“You were my only grandmother /
and I wished I could have loved you better”

The Grim Reaper of Shellac
November 1, 2009

Life, death, and gigantic record collections.

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