In which the poet does his best to cope with having had to drop off a package at an Amazon retail store. Light verse (hooray!), and, as with much light verse (or the best: W.H. Auden, Ogden Nash, Dorothy Parker . . . ), includes a kick or two. Artwork is a still life of bottles (and you can’t paint such a watercolor without thinking about Giorgio Morandi!)
I had come to see my retinal specialist. The place gets more like a factory with every passing what? Quarterly earnings report? In between the generally unnecessary but billable examinations with new machines They had me wait on a chair… Read More ›
I drafted this essay in French and then translated it into English, exploring a few nuances in the process. The results appear below in a bilingual format. Pdfs uniquement en français or just in English are available for the clicking. The images,… Read More ›
A few new one- and two-liners to ring in a new format for Montaigbakhtinian. Lesson of the body surfer: The size of the wave matters and so does your position, and your courage. There is some connection between God, or… Read More ›
FROM SEQUENCE 2 March 2000 Across the street from my office the local outlet of a large clothing chain decorated its windows with huge photographs of teenage girls dressed in the company’s clothes. The photos had an Alice-in-Wonderland quality: big… Read More ›
