Monthly Archives: August 2012

Life as Marilyn

Life –
I am of both of your directions
Somehow remaining hanging downward the most
but strong as a cobweb in the wind.

I exist more with the cold glistening frost.
But my beaded rays have the colors
I’ve seen in a paintings —
ah life, they have cheated you.

–Marilyn Monroe

What to Wear

It isn’t true I had nothing on. I had the radio on.

–Marilyn Monroe

The Middle of Life

“There is a forest in the middle of life.”


The Prophet Ezekiel Speaks to Obama on his 51st Birthday

On Guantanamo, on spying on and assassinating US citizens without trial, and on and on and on:

Your heart has become proud on account of your beauty. You have corrupted your wisdom for the sake of your splendor.

We all know where that leads.



Two pigeons fucking under the trees in a busy downtown Portland square–took about a nano second. Blink and you’d miss it.

Afterwards they stood two feet apart staring at each other for the longest time, feathers slightly ruffled. Each had one foot tucked up underneath its feathers.

The Bones of the Dead

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

–William Blake