Blanc and Blue
Greetings from Saint-Gervais-Les-Bains, in the French Alps! Hope this message isn’t too gi-normous. Sorry about the tardy update. I’ve been hunkered down on a rewrite — mission accomplished on Monday. We did find some fun over the weekend, however. On Saturday we...
Aloha kakou!
Cameras cannot capture a fraction of the beauty of the sunsets here. Most people go inside after the disk disappears, but the afterglow often goes on for an hour or more. Tonight, half the sky was deep violet and the other half bright, baby blue. I don’t have many new...
Enough Sky
Enough Sky by KP McCarthy Not getting enough sky now thatit’s pindrop dusk and Venusflirts with a slabby moon Spalls of silver flush livid –I cannot flank desireand all this reaching for what must be, this needingto cultivate the verge,always it must be as lewd as...
Guide Lions
Velcro Voices offers literary comfort. Contributors should be decorous. Nonthreatening. Familiar. Reassuring. Properly attired. Melodious. Lulling. Try the passive voice for a change. Beg pardon. Submit simultaneously. Continually. Send your second-best work. Hush.
Warrior Jaw
An artist spoke casually of my warrior jaw and embedded the phrase, neat as a spearhead…
The Ego Experiment – Part 1: Collective Trouble
The highest-placed individual in the most cultivated age and population of the world, he has not the merit of common truth and honesty. He is unjust … egotistic and monopolizing … He is a boundless liar. … all his bulletins, are proverbs for saying what he wished to be believed …
The Ego Experiment – Part 2: Individual Resolve
Everyone has an ego — and you must believe in yourself to accomplish anything. As usual, it’s all a matter of degree. True narcissists are considered untreatable because they cannot admit imperfection and are expert at projecting their issues onto others.
Now and Then
Dusky dome spilling lowdermilk, wind–textured laughter wheeling
Ripe mosaic halos and poised arms of light…
The Names We Earn
Will weathers the long approach in his dad’s old hat – a prospector wading through restless grasses and bristlecones whirling in time…
