Black coffee and saucer

Black coffee in espresso cup resting on saucer atop secondhand book purchased for 25¢. In bed I continue reading Allen Ginsberg’s Planet News. Morning outside: the sun struggles against the clouds. Reminded of Whitman while reading. Reminded of proclamations, with Ginsberg’s text stretching from end to end on page after page. Reminded of Ferlinghetti, withContinue reading “Black coffee and saucer”

3 words

I love the word “strata.” Powerful considering its compactness and all it implies. I dislike “tethered” because it is contrived. Who do you know who can say it without reprisal? An age cutoff should apply for the slang “any-who.” Adults who use it should be embarrassed. It is cute only if you are 9.

On personal solubility

I’ve pinned a button onto my jacket that denotes me as soluble. Pure and simple. It’s a blue button with white text. I’ve a high potential for condensation. I feel I could dissolve like salt in warm water. In an argument, I can disintegrate into clumps like acrylic in an acetone bath. Don’t ever wetContinue reading “On personal solubility”