Tuesday, June 28, 2016

A Summer Fiesta

From a distance,
the amplified notes become garbled,
distorted by the intense heat and humidity
of the summer evening.
I can imagine frantic dancers
in colorful clothing
swirling happily like bees at a honey dance

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Waiting on Damen

The 50 bus, heading south
in front of the Pink Line station.
It's Saturday. June.
86 degrees at 9:37 pm.

The station attendant
is texting frantically.
Her phone is hidden from view.
Inside her purse.
Outside of prying cameras.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Dorothy Parker — A Musing in Death

Dorothy Parker once opined that her epitaph should read, "Excuse my dust."

On the anniversary of her death in 1967, we remember the poet and critic who had a strange if not morbid fascination with death. As often as she wrote about suicide, Dorothy Parker died of a heart attack at the age of 73.