
The Rose Gardens of Rebellion: Grow Your Own Way
The rose gardens of the outer reaches of inner space grow thick and wild. They have their manicured cousins, whose sinuous stems have been trained to accept their place and fate, pruned to keep between the lines of the beds and the boundaries of the paths, with all the blooms past their prime, deadheaded to…

You Could Go, Worm!
You could go, worm Into the pupae Wind yourself in Vomited silks Hide yourself from The more stable ilk To dislocate yourself within Turn from a fattened wriggly thing Into slender body and made up wings Powder puff the pattern Onto papery canvas Dots and dashes Hearts and slashes: Paint yourself a pleaséd pink, Rich…

I Finally Agree With The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame: The Firing of Jann Wenner
The firing of Rolling Stone magazine founder, Jann Wenner from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame perplexed me for about two minutes…then I read what he had written about black and female artists, namely that neither were ‘articulate’ as white men, and wondered how such bigoted misogyny ever flourished at what used to be…

The Sweet Little Apartment In The Good Part of Town
Well, I have moved. I am no longer in the sweet little apartment in the bad part of town. No more mice. I went into an unpacking frenzy, throwing boxes and bags outside to make sure we didn’t accidentally transport the vermin with us. No more shivers at the thought of a little mouse running,…

A Final Tenderloin “From My Window”
I have not written about what lays beyond my window for a while. I don’t want to look. Outside continues its downward slide into degradation and danger. I pull the covers over my head as the sounds of fighting, glass breaking, metal scraping, screaming and suffering bounce off the walls of the apartment. The whole…

We Pull The Earth Forever Forwards
Lashed to the world by desire. Tied to it’s span by need. Hoisted on the mainsail For the duration of the voyage. We can choose the direction But are still forced to journey Forever forwards. We are that gold dust, That stardust, That cosmic seed. Every story starts the same way: In every beginning there…

“Angry”: The Rolling Stones are No Longer Angry Old Men, and I Like It, I Like It, Yes I do!
So the Rolling Stones have got their first new album in twenty years, Hackney Diamonds coming out on October 20th, and the first single, Angry, was released today, which is all very exciting, but the question remains, is it any good? If Angry is anything to go by, the answer is yes, quite possibly. The…

Race to the ‘Burbs
Life is like that, isn’t it? Periods of calm interrupted by these crazy interludes of action and disruption. I am packing up the little apartment in the bad part of town, ready to head out to another little apartment in another part of the City. We are going to the ‘burbs. I can’t quite let…

Small Blessings
To all my lifelong enemies May your vain pretenses scatter like tears Upon some broken battleground In some hollow year. May your scouts never discover The places that I roam May your arrows always be broken And your clothes wet to the bone. And the rose of Sharon lies broken And withered on the storm…

Dumping It
In the caverns of the pale bunnies, in the tunnels of the sacrificial husbands of praying mantis mothers, and the half eaten lettuce-leaf domain of the caterpillar and his smokey dreams there are places to visit that require a little more gas than the hinterlands which are more accessible to the casual traveler. Some lost…
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