Monthly Archives: March 2009
A Rose Colored Ghost
La Lumiere Jaune Chapter One – “That’s what I do is candles,” she spoke loudly and clearly beneath her whitening, widening eyes, beneath her whitening, thinning hair. He gazed at her, nonplussed, barely paying attention in that way that calls attention to itself. He leaned back, his weight on one foot behind the counter, quickly [...]
A Burning Thing
Love in the Free World Chapter One – The Free and the Brave He sat on the porch, twirling a wooden match between his fingers like a tiny baton. The cars passed by on The Boulevard with a sweet hiss in the just-cool night time air. He could hear the television in the downstairs apartment. [...]
Lake Not Still
Down by the Water Chapter 1 – The Stone Skipper The surface of the lake was smooth, but not still. The entire mirror of its green expanse slowly undulated above fast moving contractions and expansions of water that seemed to have been displaced by something the size of a 16 year old girl. Chapter 2 [...]
Romeo Has A Raygun
Bonjour, mes amis Happy Monday! Here’s to hopin’ you dreamed a little dream in the last 48. Had a quiet weekend myself. Watched the Spartans win a few basketball games. Watched my friend’s teams lose a few. I’ve enjoyed that a little bit too much The Silent Sounding Sea Chapter One – The Young Boy [...]
Grand Grey Lynx
Bon jour, Comment? Recently asked what my favorite period of visual art was, I had to stop short and address the subject through a broader, more general appeal. For me the best stuff happened in America between the end of WWII and the middle of the 1960′s…give or take half a decade. But not only [...]
Happy St. Patrick's Day
Green! What up one and all…??.. Happy St. Patrick’s Day! I remember writing my St. P’s post last year and I am having a hard time believing that we have come back around to this verdant fest again already. The world…she does keep-a-turning… On that note, it’s time to celebrate! Remain present as I dish [...]
The King of May
Happy Monday! How about another old-school poem to set the ol’ steps in the right direction… The Straits of Magellan (by Joe Nolan) strange and true and green and huge and waiting beneath seven miles of ocean. reflecting blades of daybreak grass, breaking toward the break of day and breaking into the space of the [...]
May Day (In hope of Spring)
Gracias, muchachos. Another vintage verse vrooms from the vault. May Day (by Joe Nolan) The White Hand marks the countenance of the mind soldier. Digital rifle shoulders grim determination. Calls of EVACUATION! mark the midnight’s jaundiced malaise. Propagandography in the coding of the symbol. The bug chaser licks a leg razor and swallows his sallow [...]
From a Makeshift Bed
Bon soir mes amis. This is a poem I was reminded of today. Check out more poems here. From a Makeshift Bed (by Joe Nolan) The Ghost haunts my Autumn mind on the morning after All Hallows’ Eve. New-born thoughts marked with the symbols of their own demise. A graveyard in the groin. A murder [...]
The Old Double Zero
Hello lovelies, Here is a brand new song. Seriously. Wrote the last line 4 mins ago… The Old Double Zero (Lyrics by Joe Nolan) The Old Double Zero is a shady little bar A waitress with a smile and a crying steel guitar Misery loves company, but she don’t look for long She made a [...]
