The Politics of Wind There is something that loathes a vacuum, high pressure to low, breeze is of disequilibrium, there will be calm without it. The greater the absence here the fiercer the blast from there, the more thorough the vacancy there the deeper the absence here. To breathe, lungs must be partially void, it’s in…

Whatcham’callit She’s dead, he said. So’s he, said she. Kicked the bucket, he said. Bought the farm, said she. Under the clover, he said. Crossed over, said she. Iced with a heater, he said. Sleeps with the fishes, said she. Taken for a little ride, he said. Gone to the other side, said she. Flat-lined, he said. Out…

(Known Miniscule) + (Unknown Immense) is . . . before the sun rose, they rose, they were soft-spoken to shadows so as not to stir them they let blood and would sometimes sweat and spit. when shadows were too cruel. they prayed for light tree’s sunlit shadow: big trunk moves in wind limb dangling, brushes…

Race is a Political Animal white is a color not a race red is a color not a race black is a color not a race yellow is a color not a race brown is a color not a race human is a race of many colors equines are animals that come in colors, not…

Newton’s 2nd Law & Uncommon Sense 3 things: 1. the future’s unknown, 2. I’ll never know what it meant till it’s past, neither its force nor mass, nor 3. the speed with which its die is cast  moving straight ahead in time, if nothing’s pulling me aside I’ll move this way forever in an infinite line if…

What’s More . . . who was the woman who, 13.787 ± 0.020 billion years ago, birthed the universe from a bang? what an extravagant nativity, what an immense and unruly child came forth, unfurling, emerging in the space it made how could she have imagined how singular and varied her child would become, how…

The Hunter I hike up the hill at a clip to keep this heart alive Orion’s over my left shoulder with arms raised always in his almost-never-ending black place in sky immersed in blazing stars in utter space Skirting single Cheryl’s I wonder again what it is she does in summer her shingled house is…

Graduations I have before me a list of extensions without names. But it seems not to go on forever, because of horizon which, with the slickness of a blade, a knife of limitation, slashes time in two I’ve ticked-off the list through many graduations, sometimes with honors, sometimes smeared against a wall of dreams since…

Trying to make Sense of Red —A Tennessee Cleanup Its janitors are sweeping up its sins— senators are on the floor with whisks and fine-toothed combs. They crawl and sift, scooping, collecting photographs of those they’ve lynched they cram them into rubbish bins —before their kids get wind they ban   their two-faced history, they ban  …

Chuang Tzu’s Butterfly “Once upon a time, I, Zhuangzi (Chuang Tzu), dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was Zhuangzi. Soon I awakened, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do…

Betta Than Meta Here’s an idea: in FB scroll down at say a post a second —keep on keeping on (maybe Meta’s your thing) find your groove, lose yourself in avatars and memes, get a timely sense of your milieu, what you’re enmeshed in now, good or ill, a scroll of streaming truth, or not, soundless, unless you hum a…