Flyology
Flyology Ada Lovelace was Lord Byron’s daughter & writer of the first computer program And so I, student of proportion, set to the task of wings, tracing the bodies of gliding birds from the inside out. Their long ossifications curve like a harp’s neck, and my fingertips redden, knowing before I do that music and […]
Copernicus
At seventy, he avoids any brush with derision by nearing death after the first printing of his book. Who would believe him anyway? If the Earth spun on its axis, sped round Helios— the astounding new center of the Universe— then a ball tossed into the air would not fall back into one’s hands, but […]
The Alien Ruins
What does it say of the aliens’ gait that they left a planet riddled with stairways that never resolve into an easy walk for us. Four steps too short, then one that requires a lift and a scramble; the pattern repeats wherever there are stairs, which is everywhere throughout the planet. How many limbs did […]
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… […]
