Friday, October 29, 2010

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Whip My Hair

Jackson Pollack meet Willow Smith

Thursday, October 14, 2010



Clinging to the top of one of the last passenger trains across South Dakota, I wondered if I would survive.  Of course, I did, as you are reading this.  My father broke my ribs and my mother broke my heart.  Why did I run away from home?  Why did I risk life and limb?  Screaming in the night, the wind streaking, soul abandoned, the chase, the howl,  the night with the dogs and then the day, the walk down Main Street into the first jail cell of my life, thanks everyone, I feel free at last and my life is down the toilet.


Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Joan Sutherland


Joan Sutherland 1926 - 2010
New York Times obituary, HERE.

Yes, I saw that performance!

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Wound Upon a Broken Heart


Crawling through the shattered glass
Tears comingled with the trash
Wailing, moaning, noon and night
Giving shout in hopeless sight
I bleed a blood that’s not my own
I weep all night to the unknown
You laugh and smile in new good fortune
Remembering not, and so soon?
I live, I breath, I gasp in sorrow,
No pain enough today, tomorrow,
Eros’ arrow, wicked dart!
Wound upon a broken heart!

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Sunday, October 03, 2010