Tag Archives: vacations

A Sense of Place

Posted on August 2, 2005 by John

Six years, the longest I have ever been in one spot without moving out and on, and still this place does not possess my bones the way it would if I had come of age, or taken my first steps, … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Ride Home

Posted on November 26, 2004 by John

Scattered like jewels tossed out across a black crushed velvet plush electric fueled stars winking against an endless backdrop of night their pulsing engines cycling with an urgent rasp their transmissions settled into high ratio sedation controls set to automatic … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Pleasure City

Posted on May 25, 2004 by John

Canto I: Next stop, the driver said, smiling through cracked wicked lips, Pleasure City – we huddled, prenatal, wondering – even in the suburbs the legends grew, spread by the Party Planners, the malcontent underbelly of the American Experience, bastard … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Other Shoe Drops

Posted on May 4, 2004 by John

My mother, who turns seventy next year, four days from now is driving from LA, alone across almost two thousand miles (she plans between ten and twelve miles a day) to visit us in New Orleans — she says, for … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Haiku for the Holidays

Posted on January 8, 2003 by John

Long lines and cramped flights, bland food tasting like warm crap: holiday travel. Meeting family, all dwelling on past actions; skin deep interest. More useless gifts, and hours wasted in small talk; No relaxation. So rude and hurried. Must keep … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Looking for patterns in things

Posted on January 8, 2003 by John

If I can find a repeating pattern, a repetitious rhythm that pulses underneath the warp and woof of my life, it is that each time I reconnect with my biological family, it becomes necessary to wipe clean the creative slate … Continue reading →

Posted in Conversations | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Returning

Posted on January 5, 2003 by John

Ah, my friends, it is good to be home. After a week in southern Californika (which at times seemed like a colony on a far distant planet) in a strange granola world, New Orleans seems like a Mecca for all … Continue reading →

Posted in Poems | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment