Monday, November 29, 2010

Know thy level, X-127

They tell him,
be happy here.
Be happy
in this community of self-pitying gadgets,
this hive of monsters.

Beats the upper world.

Friday, November 26, 2010

The Floating Barista Statue

Simon Pinehurst, of Chippawa Falls, Wisconsin, rises in the night sky. What a macchiato he could conjure!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Yarber Quinisuch

Member of the Cole-Youngers
or the Dalton-Youngers,
can't remember which.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Friday, November 19, 2010

Banshee (for Nancy)

There were nights on those bleak hills the wind would moan up death. It was the bean-sidhe's howl.

My older sister, nine at the time, dreaded the banshee that came at the end of the Disney movie, 'Darby O'Gill and the Little People.' She spirited me away from in front of the TV so I would hide with her under our father's desk, well away from the sound of its keening. She knew the banshee portends death and to hear it could mean she was coming for you.

I wonder if my sister heard the banshee again a few weeks ago when she died. It had been fifty years since we had been scrunched together under that desk. I'm sure living with cancer for two years would have, in the end, softened her fear. So I imagine when it came, the wail of the banshee might have sounded more like a siren's song.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Monday, November 08, 2010