A CRAFTSMAN The broken figure steps up into the abandoned workshop and stops to adjust to the neglect and silence. An atmosphere of resentment reeks. The forgotten tools, boards, fasteners, and machines lie hulking and motionless. Not a sound. Still there is the din of rejection and estrangement. His eyes stare at the decrepitude. No … More A Craftsman
HOW THE EARTH WORKS The water tries to push past the ledge, Shoulders block its path, Drenching power from across the ocean, Felt deep within, Rising and falling from So far away, Way, way beyond the horizon. Massive forms rise and resist With weighty presence of stone, Ledge stuck to the geological foot of Ages … More Ocean Point, Maine
Hard Times Have No Beginning Inspired by Mississippi Goddam I’ve been preoccupied a lot lately. For about a couple years more or less. This goddam president is nuttier than a fruit-cake and everyone is quiet. Everyone meaning those who can do something about it. This jerk is a cancer on the world. No one is … More Oy!
PEOPLE IN HELL WANT ICE-WATER! A common response to any boat-sailor* beginning a sentence with the words, “I want”. • I want to eat food that doesn’t contribute to my early death. • I want to be able to carry my weight easily on my own two feet. • I want to be able to … More I Want…
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THE 4TH OF JULY (fucking yay) It is the fourth and it is after dark, after nine P.M. I sit and listen to explosions from the Harbor and the noise reverberates around the hills and up the rivers and off the islands and boats filled with glassy-eyed…
TORMENT IN POIPU Today, the temperature, humidity, and barometric pressure does what it always does. The air presses against my face and holds me stationary. On overcast days like this the dark courtyard of crooked, cement walkways and the fecundity of banana trees and abandoned gardens match the little death in my heart. She quietly … More Poipu
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