Aural Hygiene

I was at the dentist today, getting holes drilled in my head, and had the option of listening to my iPod during the procedure. It was very difficult to decide what to listen to through the process. Brian Wilson’s Smile? Wilco’s Summer Teeth? Talking Heads’ More Songs about Buildings and Food? (Not particularly toothy, but [...]

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brand new familiars

Sunni made me a tape labeled “Montana Guys” that became a staple in Denver (“Loose Summer Clothes” was like my national anthem). Then one day in Abilene someone was playing my Montana Guys on their cd player, except it was called Chris and Johnny, and I learned to play “Boulder River,” which seemed like a [...]

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A Long Wait

I am not sure that this is a Lenten prayer, but it came to mind today.
They say ev’rything can be replaced,
Yet ev’ry distance is not near.
So I remember ev’ry face
Of ev’ry man who put me here.
I see my light come shining
From the west unto the east.
Any day now, any day now,
I shall be released.

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Winning is for Losers

Time to wrap this thing up, so I can get back to writing about the weather and commenting on my aches and pains. Oy, vey.
I didn’t really get 10 entries on topic, which was the condition for awarding a prize, but everyone’s work was so fantastic – just brilliant, really – that you are all [...]

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They should have sent a poet.

Entries rejected for insensitivity:
Five, four, three, two, one. . . .
Ground control to Major Tom:
Ignite psych profiles.
Spin, media, spin.
Houston, we have a problem.
Hope for star shooting.
Hell hath no fury
Like my alleged assault charge.
Final frontier, fool.

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Second-hand reality television kills

I don’t know this blogger, and I don’t watch American Idol, and I don’t go with girls that do. But I stumbled into this post today, and kind of enjoyed it.

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High queue

Here’s the competition so far (just to save you some click-and-scroll time). I’ll keep the box open until Thursday, and then declare which writer is the most gifted poet in the World.
Orbit passion thwart
“zero-g and I feel fine”
Earthbound rubber tubes
White rocket flying
Love-tranced white-knuckled driving
Whom can I Depend?
In space, heads are home.
If hearts stayed weightless on [...]

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With Great Power Comes Great Responsibility

A call for haikus:
Whose light verse will reign supreme?
The gauntlet is down.
Of this site’s three readers, I can think of two who are remarkably imaginative (yes, I mean you). This whole avenging astronaut story so lends itself to seventeen syllables, I cannot let the moment pass. I declare a contest: if I receive 10 submissions [...]

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water lilies (of doom)

hurtling sunward,
my astronaut diaper speeds
love’s furious trunk.

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Groundhog Day

Every year on February 2, I peek into my junk e-mail account to see if it looks like six more weeks of unsolicited junk mail will freeze my account, or if I can expect my spam filter to green my inbox. Ok, so this really has nothing to do with Groundhog Day. I just would [...]

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