Recapitulation

Recapitulation

Our moon lived on that corner where some words burned a hole in the sky with their endless requests for blond haired boys mouthing sounds of brass and reed very young and very old forever second guessing wayward Venus and something I don’t know the name of...
Long and Short of It

Long and Short of It

I’m sure I’ve heard them say that twilight is too late over dawning mountain and dying river dark authority of vine dead end road down night’s sinking street along this opulence of forgotten highways away in great smiling circles a madrigal of...
Gate of Ivory 
Gate of Horn

Gate of Ivory 
Gate of Horn

a work in progress—editor The King is in his counting house Paper Cars Dreaming of the open road A matter of time The circus came to town You and I Another morning’s repast There is that moon Christening Yet what Hold your nose Bread and butter...
The Longest Holiday

The Longest Holiday

Mom and Dad and Becky and Barry and I were headed to Palmdale for Thanksgiving with Papa and Gammy and Barbara and Floyd and Donna and Karen and Jerry and John and on our way there we stopped at the Rocks Flea Market south of Hollister like we always did on our...
How I Met William T. Wiley

How I Met William T. Wiley

It was in the Old de Young the Grand Girl gone for fifteen years now so figure twenty we were mounting an exhibition of Wiley’s work full of dunce and wizard caps, violin ‘f’ holes, pieces of maps, fastidious lines, luminous washes not to mention a wrought iron cart...