Month: June 2017

  • Minnesota, North Dakota, Kentucky, Connecticut, and Generic

    Congregate Plopped five quarters into the machine, one each from Minnesota, North Dakota, Kentucky, Connecticut, and Generic and my clothes dried right fine. Why can’t we all work this well together? – Smith, 6.27.2017 My right shoulder is almost gone. Teaching my left arm to do more. Pain’s getting a bit much but will try […]

  • looks like our bees are back in buzzness

    Looks like our bees are back in buzzness. The queen we got with our replacement swarm was not laying well, so the workers took one of her fertilized eggs and turned it into a new queen and killed the old queen. New queen is laying fine, but not in time for spring honey, but we […]

  • spiderlight

    Yesterday was good for creativity – Medusa’s Kitchen featured my poems, fotos, and a song, and the latest Crisis Chronicles Press publication arrived with my cover foto. Class War There’s the cashew halves and the cashew have-nots – Smith, 6.23.2017 ~ Closed Lonely OPEN sign blinking in warm unwelcome long past closing time […]

  • my lord of the flies moment

    Helmeted Guineafowl 1960 we moved from the country to the city and an older boy showed me how to steal from unlocked autos I taught him to take the whole car if they’d left the keys we stole 13 me 14 he 18 one day we snuck down bank of Spokane River and slipped in […]

  • sad-eyed Sufiman

    Bottom Line My net worth? – Zero. My fame? – Zero. My life story? – Priceless. – Smith, 6.20.2017 ~ Our sad-eyed Sufiman writes of rain a night boat on the river 1,000 bright moments intimate awnings 4 a.m. birds coffee love won love lost then blushes when we applaud – Smith, 6.21.2017

  • feathered flesh that never will arrive

    The Thing of Pain Wake from 180 degree pain rise to 90 degree pain Pain’s the thing Don’t use that arm it don’t work One thing I know: hurt Wake to ache Smith, 6.18.2017 ~ Now No Later Black cat crouches in tense quiver body shifting tensions watching darting birds outside screen which keeps her […]

  • Slo-Mo Out of Control or Life as We All Know It

    Slo-Mo Out of Control or Life as We All Know It Like entropy I’m less than zero sum exiled, yet existing as reality’s Fool its Joker in the deck the corn in the last row unready to hoe or whore for more so thanks for the Ear n Eye show time to mine this mind […]

  • 100 Feet High 60 Years Ago

    view from top of my Ponderosa Pine tree 1960 – foto me 100 Feet High & 60 Years Ago Leaning back in my easy chair looking out our third floor window into the gold and green upper canopy of the Sycamore tree slow dancing in the easy breeze of Cleveland’s late spring setting sun I […]

  • Marzipan Needs Women

    Marzipan Needs Women Back in my day we drank like fish then we got in the car and drove like fish. My foot is not a foot it’s only 10 inches. How can I have two feet when I’m 4 inches short? We have a fowl relationship she keeps calling me a silly goose. Live […]

  • how do genes know how to dream the unsown seed

    Magic Beans How do genes know how to dream the unsown seed? How to lead unknown need to shaft and shape and shade make this red abrade that black fade from bone to shale? And just how did Jonah circumvent the belly of the whale? – Smith, 6.13.2017