She wore the hotel’s logo over her heart She bore the word Frontier over her heart She had the name she gave her over her heart And hated labels She was into self-torture and its subtle tease Spelled that like subtle tease You into understanding that there is such a thing Even if it only […]
Some guys Dmitri meet at Wrigley Field, all drunk to watch Cubs blow yet another lead, later in week take Dmitri fish for lake trout. One own boat, one rod and reel to loan, and on that rod and reel Dmitri hook something big, make rod tip plunge. Set hook. Hoist, reel in. Hoist, reel
The universe was born in our absence. Once a baseball-sized cluster of concentrated energy, it grew into a sprawling neighborhood inhabited by mass and the four great forces. In an endless battle, matter and antimatter collided like mortal enemies to create presence, annihilating each other on contact. Matter won for no clear reason. We still don’t
Dmitri love commercial. Especially love they are called “message” – worthy of Pravda genius, that word. Here is best one yet. First see old man, maybe age of Dmitri, but not so handsome, few strings rat gray hair, days of dirty silver stubble, sick rodent eyes behind thick glasses. To complete picture, only missing t-shirt
My friend Bruce Garlington died on May 13, 2021, leaving the world a lot less vivid. Bruce was a great drummer – so great he didn’t even need drums. Any solid surface would serve. He improvised his life entirely, rolling along by impulse and chance meetings. Other people fascinated him, and whatever their previous attitudes
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In old time in Wabash Street tavern, was silent as Sorrow’s nephew drowning, bubbles rising through glasses along long bar. Chair might shift, wood scrape on wood, cash register once in while go dja-tinngg as car go by in street outside, or alley. Now, over bar, three TV screen launch salvo after salvo stuttering flash,