Yeah, I can tell everybody why I went back to college. The Grateful Goddam Dead that’s why. In the Fall of 1996 the powers-that-be told me I couldn’t sit in front of a computer any longer staring at fractals on a screen just cataloging my live concert cassettes. So I packed up the tapes and … Continue reading Daily Dose
Tag: Nineties
“Who’s The Boss Will Be Back In A Moment”
Sitting on a porch, older, thinking back to what I wanted to be when I was a younger man who could still make things happen for myself I remember I wanted to go into advertising. I wanted to write a catch phrase here and a jingle there that would catch on and get on the … Continue reading “Who’s The Boss Will Be Back In A Moment”
Fish No See Moon
Today I thought it would be fun to revisit a few vintage poems I wrote in college at Central Michigan University twenty years ago. I am particularly oppressed by remnants bestowed upon a genius at any particular setting, endowed to the latest trend of a pillar between the irregular bridge transcending the best of everything, … Continue reading Fish No See Moon
I’m Not My Father
You were carefree, just being yourself in that photo from long ago, sitting at the table in a fringe coat with long hair and beard smiling like a Japanese bass player with hands clasped at your chin sending reverb over decades in a still shot. You laughed when I showed you the photo saying something … Continue reading I’m Not My Father
Chicago II – Connected By Entertainment
Buzzing around Chicago on public transportation with the blues again, finding ways to get by on stockkeeper wages, was not how those students at the University of Chicago existed. I used to play this game at Central Michigan, my alma mater, where I would know what the teacher was saying as they said it, as … Continue reading Chicago II – Connected By Entertainment
Amsterdam II
So as the jokers would want, I began to listen and watch at a tertiary level the bazaar that was before me. I was not an active participant nor was I applauding. I was enjoying the whole experience as an outside observer because that is where I was coming from, out of my normal self. … Continue reading Amsterdam II



