Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Tuesday, July 28, 2015



The other day on a rooftop greenhouse a birdcage was

in there with all the moist damp plants. You never would

have guessed birds when climbing the stairs to get there.

We are on a northern campus, construction we hear

reaching a billion dollars has been going on here for

almost a decade. As we stepped up, and no one is in the

greenhouse but the two of us, a pair of birds looked out,

their nest covered with more than enough straw and

bedding. It was in their beaks, around their heads and all

over the place. A crowded obsessive little room. Someone

had given them way too much. The birds knew they

looked ridiculous.


© Bob Arnold

from DUO ~
Longhouse 2015

Monday, July 27, 2015


Soil for legs

Axe for hands

Flower for eyes

Bird for ears

Mushroom for nose

Smile for mouth

Songs for lungs

Sweat for skin

Wind for mind


Nanao Sakaki

Friday, July 24, 2015


Jean-Patrick Manchette

If you're read Chandler, Goodis and Jim Thompson
 and not Manchette,
well then you've missed Manchette.
 Get cracking!
The New York Review of Books will be more than helpful.
I've read The Mad and the Bad and I've let some time lapse
before I curled up and died with Fatale.



Thursday, July 23, 2015


Back Road Chalkie
July 2015

J. D. Salinger