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Poem: I Wanted To See Gardens

Through droning recitations Of financial cant, I heard those Quiet mental gestures point To something lost or missing In the low nasal grumble of Inversion and debenture. I wanted to see gardens, I could hear the young man Thinking as he sat before The barren actuary...

Poem: The Ashtray

“The Ashtray” Beneath the blue ramada Sat the man in coveralls. He had emptied the ashtray And set it on the table Firmly, but with gentle care. He encircled it in his palms As a mother would her young. For it was his — for just this time —...
Dad Reaches his Bullshit Limit

Dad Reaches his Bullshit Limit

My dad could be flaky, but never quite flaky enough for it to matter. Sure, he could bullshit, but he wasn’t a master of the genre.     There’s a story about how after bankruptcy and divorce sent him fleeing New Jersey with his trophy-wife-to-be...

Overearners Anonymous

When I left the house this morning my neighbor Jay the handyman cabana boy was working on the lights on his fishing boat trailer. He and his pal were on the way out of town. I rolled down the window and whined in an Arnold Stang-type voice “Hey, I think...