Monthly Archives: July 2003

Doing Things

X — Get up! Y — No, get off me X — Why don’t you just stand up? Y — Nevermind me. X — Don’t you remember–the list?


Eel River Brewing Company

The barroom takes a breath and speaks: opium laden jazz horn wails! the many shadows hide mumbling–ghosts of patriotic hobos, while the next generation takes hipflask shots of schnapps and aspartame. a freckle-haired girl at the table, face down in a pool of of red wine and plumage. outside: snack sized cellophane tumbleweeds dogfight in


Listening to Grappelli

Grappelli is in a corner of the apartment his sound pervades the place, though He evades it completely. like he slipped in when the curtains wavered forward like his notes slip past their green cloth corners. –he’s in the room I’m watching the curtain swing some more. Grapelli smiles a little with fingerish ease. the


Too Many Birds in Montréal?

Suppose there were no rules in the parks? Anything could happen–public indecency, everyday, right there and exposed to our eyes.