I walked outside the house Saturday morning at 7:30, rather groggy, to retrieve the trash bin. There had been a collection.
A Comment on Romanticism in Art
...We've lost the sense that expressing emotions in art is radical.
Gay Jesus; Grief is a Vulture; Rebirth: A Simple Man’s Guide; Once More
I was born a matchhead and baptized a sinner
Sunday sermons taught fear of flames, no mention that cold burns just the same...
Jazz
After the gig, I stood in the lobby and in the street outside and there was no sign of Mike. There was an edgy feel to this space that didn’t encourage hanging around. The venue attracted a lot of affluent punters and some of the more predatory locals gathered at the end of gigs to pick off the weaklings, like big cats around a watering-hole.
If Not for Letters; Why I Wouldn’t Fall in Love Again; Reprise; Sway Me
Why I Wouldn’t Fall in Love Again
until you made me remember why I never got another cat or want to know again that wrung-out loss;
The Easy One
We used the trashcans to hop on the roof of the garage. There wasn’t much to see up there, and it didn’t make the neighborhood look any different. Old, narrow houses stood too close to each other like a huddled crowd of sick people. The windows made me think of sad eyes. There were never any dogs or children in the small cramped yards. But I no longer thought someone could get stuck here, that a street like this could keep you trapped in one place. Colleen even called us birds, and I pictured us as two tiny ones side by side, wings fluttering, when I saw a flock of black birds take off against the storm clouds.