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  • Audio Killed the Blogging Star

    Previously I have mentioned that I've wanted to begin the project of recording some of my entries. I started it off by recording two poems I had written at Stanford. Now I've gone and recorded several of my older posts. …

  • Deep Down Dark

    (written October 19, 2001)I ventured deep down dark into the Bat-cave,Where I asked the man sitting at the central controls for the Boy Wonder.The guy in the Bat-suit smirked at my naïveté.“Deep down dark and you want t…

  • The Hourglass

    (written February 26, 2000) The hourglass ticksTick-tockThe sand sounds every hourDing-DongTime is a desertWhere men smileJust before they dieOr, maybe it is a beachWhere men laughJust before they swim awayEither way,Th…

  • At A Wedding

    You write well, she said. And she and she and she. The road to hell, I said. You see, you see, you see. Have you ever seen a car burn Stranded on the highway? Have you ever seen the world turn Slipping straight-on side…

  • A Man of Few Words

    Words that are singing and words that are sighing. Words that are ringing and words that are crying.Words that are borrowed and words that are blue. Words that are said when nothing is true.Words that fall on deaf ears …

  • Sunset Trainyard

    I wanted to catch the last train into the sunset. I hurried because I didn't want to miss it, And yet a flashing sign greeted me at the station:"The sunset has been unexpectedly delayed. We appreciate your patience at t…

  • A Conversation Between an Island and a Ship

    (Written September 29, 2001)“You are burning,” remarked the island. “So it seems,” replied the ship. “How odd…” “Indeed—I’ve never been on fire before.” “I’d help you but…” “Oh, that’s alright.” “Maybe you should come a…

  • Spice Girls

    Conversation that brings Civilization to its knees, Reality into focus; Reality which then blurs, and The surreal comes waltzing in. Shades of meaning multiply as Shadows lengthen, linger. Dusk to dawn stripped Naked bu…

  • The Window

    White light streams through the window. The rising sun crests the mountain range. I am trapped in a white moment, But the Lysol-laced air leaves me squeaky clean With a hint of lemon and Stockholm Syndrome.I feel threat…

  • Riding into the Sunset

    I've got one horse on which to ride. Ain't got 'nother to lead beside. There is but one sun after all, On one horizon it will fall. And when at last I reach that sun, From my holster, I'll take my gun— In its chamber, s…

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