SO EASY TO LEAVE ONE’S HEART IN SAN FRANCISO.  But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see Above the little S.P. alley, puffs floating by from Oakland Or the Gate of Marin to the north or San Jose south, The clarity of Cal to break your heart. It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum mum afternoon Nathin’ to do, Ole Frisco with the end of land… Read More

A noisy one she is, her mom was a shill in the USSR, her voice follows me everywhere, a shrill shill she was, pushy, even  here in my cabin on the good ship Isabelle out of Stockholm bound for Riga, her voice, ‘the buffet is open,’ ‘lottery tickets are still available,’ haunts me, this cabin womb-like tomb-like, imagine crossing the seas from Senegal in the hold of the ‘Alabama’, this cabin might… Read More

So I tried to write a long stream-of-consciousness poem-like thing. I did not work. I am not Ron Silliman or probably James Joyce either. Although I feel sure if I rewrote DELTA a few more tens of times it could get close. It seems like sacrificing a week of my vaca to do that would not be wise use of my time. However I’ve decided to post it anyway because it does pretty… Read More

Only 15 hours from home if you go from Albuquerque by way of Minneapolis and Amsterdam. I love it here—all green (I admit to an abnormal ‘green’ fixation) and quiet and not-grand but beautifully ordinary. My hotel is right on a huge lush park so perhaps I can find some ducks of which to take pics of tomorrow. The trip here was totally uneventful but nevertheless degrading the way airline travel has become…. Read More