Musings, Poetry anytime

In Paris, there are advertisements for high-end perfumes displayed on scrolling, backlit billboards.

If you stand close enough, you can hear their mechanics creak. The plastered models sport short haircuts and tattoos. Font thin and bold.

Next to the billboards rest cigarette butts and fragments of trash. I gape as traffic whooshes angrily, remembering a cold apple and bad joke.

The perfume apparently smells of lilac, desire, and secret ingredients obtained from a natural source.

In Paris, there are advertisements…


Was a busy summer for me.

I’ll start by saying that I’m not an outdoors man. I’m also not an indoors man. I’m a man who likes to sit on a well-shaded porch, somewhere in between, cold beer in hand, with solid mosquito netting. None of that, I realize, describes why it was a busy summer for me.

However, the attached video might. It’s episode #1 of a new series I’ve developed called Runaway Poets:

A show about poets produced by poets, RP is a collaborative effort to highlight the works and lifestyles of burgeoning writers from across the globe. Hope you enjoy watching.

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things i thought were cool: 2

My very first memory, in this lifetime at least, is of a van. One of those vans we might call a “rapist van” nowadays. You know – boxy – with tiny circular windows on the sides, tinted black. I don’t know. I thought it was cool. It had aluminum wheels with beefy tires and sat parked in the neighbor’s backyard. Don’t even think they drove it. Just sat there all day looking cool.

I guess my parents let me toddle around in our backyard quite often, because I returned to the fence enough to peer through and burn the image of that van into memory.

I think one time my mother pulled me away and I fussed.

I wanted to be in that van. Not with a rapist or anything. Just wanted to go on an adventure. Building blocks are boring.


things i thought were cool: 1

I remember this one boy in high school. He used to carry around protein powder and I thought it was cool, as if he was going to transform into the Incredible Hulk or something. He was real skinny, too. Just thought it was going to change his entire life, that powder. He used to pull out the bag and slam it onto the lunch table and dump the stuff into a container, clanking around the spoon, mixing it with water or milk or whatever best dissolved it.

Then he’d say something like, “Creatine is good for strength, but I’m focused on mass. 100% whey. That’s my standard.”

I don’t know. He’s married now and looks happy.

But he’s not an Incredible Hulk.