Analog Reincarnation
(Written in response to a series of prints by Indian photographers Madhuban Mitra and Manas Bhattacharya at the San Jose Museum of Art) Through a distant lens darkly captured, the archaeology of absence, the analog of reincarnation, passed on through cousins in the East. From a factory of dust in the city of joy, you […]
Schizophrenic Conversation at the Four Winds Bar
Schizophrenic Conversation at the Four Winds Bar: A Poem of Blues-Rock Numbers, and Crap-Game Numerology Posters of guitar legends from the dust bowl south to the British Invasion adorn flat black walls. I could name our pub Boomers Last Stand, and it would fit. Just a place where a fading generation can hopelessly encounter time… […]
Crow Mother (for Frida Kahlo)
Crow Mother (for Frida Kahlo) They have a memory for faces, my pretty birds. They are believers in vengeance. Forgiveness is not in their DNA. My shiny black sweethearts will eat out the hearts of those who harm them, one day. This is why I love them so. They are like me in their smart […]
Selenites
Selenites Each lunar sunrise they say, as though their world is starting over, “Come, let us reason together,” and off they go, but not too far off. Reclined in craters, they utter syllogisms to each other, love songs made of feldspar. They trace formulae in jagged moon dust with the tips of their tapered fingers. […]
Whatever Happened to Scott Carey?
Whatever Happened to Scott Carey? Scott Carey had it made. He had a good job with an understanding boss. He had a beautiful wife who loved him (of course, there was no other choice for those were the rules of the game for both the genre and the medium in 1957, thank you very much […]
