Thursday, July 12, 2012

Is that a tear on
Goya's Saturn? or might it
be something deeper?

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

A toasted bagel's
char lines are a catcher's mask
and I'm a changeup

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

In a mirror I
am inescapable and
my eyes are selfish

Monday, July 9, 2012

No escape and no
control, no return option,
command me please, please

Friday, July 6, 2012

Emphatically the
wrapper expanded to its
original shape

Thursday, July 5, 2012

I think Hemingway
knew everything but he did
not want to share much

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

"What's the acreage
in Anchorage?" is an old
joke no one should tell

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

If it weren't for what
you said yesterday I don't
think I would have laughed

Monday, July 2, 2012

Trade winds are blowing
names and numbers from desk to
desk so who lands here?