Writer. Demand Poet.
In between time allotted for
Cooking and working and eating and sleeping
He stops and drops the
Research to
Put out my fire, to drag through
Miles of code for cockroaches
Crawling through the cracks.
In all the free time, … Read the rest “Free Time”
I keep hearing them say:
No Drama
No Drama
Yet, all our lives and all the world around is a series of dramas playing out.
Of characters passing across the thrust
Of hearts being broken and lives being twisted
Into
—
Marlon, your mama and Jane Fonda and
The angels of babies with heart murmurs and
Baubo, humor’s goddess, have all gotten together
To decide how best to celebrate
You. Not with a feast. Not with
Dionysian debauchery, or some … Read the rest “Ode to Marlon Gibson”
—
The two of you browse the
Grass aisles of the gravestone shop
Stuck between then and now at Locust and Cherry, with
The truckers and the teachers passing.
Marble blocks scatter on the little
Hill and you squint in … Read the rest “The Two of You”
If I never make it to Austin and, somehow, the
Longhorns and the old moviehouses get neglected, then
Let me remind you this isn’t
About the city I always wanted to see or the
Man I wanted to reminisce with.… Read the rest “If I Never Make It to Austin”