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#96: An Extra 5 Years To Live

So these folks made a video to call attention to the fact that today’s generation of children is for the first time in history expected to die five years earlier than their parents. The film- makers asked a bunch of kids what they would do with another five years to live. This is a poemContinue reading “#96: An Extra 5 Years To Live”

#95: On the End of Spring Break

There’s laundry to fold and put away and dust bunnies to suck up and it’s raining and blowing so hard we’re sort of trapped in here. Water puddles up in the flower beds and these damn sugar ants keep crawling over my keyboard while I type up another poem. It’s Saturday, half way through, andContinue reading “#95: On the End of Spring Break”

#93: The Resident Eight Year Old Questions the Literary Merits of Finnegans Wake

What the hell is wrong with that book, he asks, listening to Dad attempt a reading out loud of the third paragraph of Finnegans Wake. What the hell is wrong with that book, Dad? Well, for starters, there’s a word in the paragraph in question, the third word in the first sentence, in parentheses, that’sContinue reading “#93: The Resident Eight Year Old Questions the Literary Merits of Finnegans Wake”

#92: On Reading The Wake Out Loud

I’ve written before how it’s been impossible for me to finish Moby Dick and now I’ve once again picked up another formidable tome, Finnegans Wake. This one, too, I’ve tried many times before and failed but nevertheless keep coming back to it, a glutton for punishment. But with neither Moby Dick or the Wake doContinue reading “#92: On Reading The Wake Out Loud”

#91: Playing the Breast Cancer Awareness Game

“Just used my boobs to get out of a speeding ticket” is a post I’ve read now a half dozen times by both men and women that is supposedly part of a game being played on the social media to raise awareness for breast cancer. The boob thing is among other random and bizarrely uncharacteristicContinue reading “#91: Playing the Breast Cancer Awareness Game”

#90: This Is Just To Say

(after William Carlos Williams again) I have mixed out the blue notes that you sang in the chorus which you probably intended but nevertheless sound wrong Forgive me they were terrible so sour and so far out.   Note:  Dear reader, you can probably tell I’m cheating.  I’ve got to write 10 poems in 6Continue reading “#90: This Is Just To Say”

#88: Why You Should Contribute To Music Millennium’s Kickstarter Campaign

They need a new roof, for starters. But more importantly, if you are serious about music and if you care about the industry that has brought all of this delight for so many decades, longer than many of us have been alive, and if you’re worried about independent record stores being squished by big boxesContinue reading “#88: Why You Should Contribute To Music Millennium’s Kickstarter Campaign”

#87: Morning Meditation with Nerf Gun

While the boy loads his weapon and hides, Dad walks slowly around the yard, breathing. He knows the ambush is coming, but tries for and momentarily achieves a quiet mind. Even while he’s absorbing the cool morning air of a sunny spring day and loving the trees as they await their first blooms of theContinue reading “#87: Morning Meditation with Nerf Gun”

#86: Another Stupid Human Facebook Trick

So, how many times have you replied to a Facebook post simply begging for your special brand of snark and sarcasm and humor and then changed your mind at the last minute and deleted the whole thing before you could post your reply? You think, no, they won’t get it, or, yes, they will getContinue reading “#86: Another Stupid Human Facebook Trick”