What It’s Like to Live that Long
Decades past the little girl
who swam in the pond filled
with lily pads and minnows.
Op-Ed for the Sad Sack Review …
In a fit of gloom, I googled the word failure,
just to see if my name would come up. Instead,
Google told me I misspelled the word failure.
Determining Who the Marchers Were
It was my job to determine who the marchers were.
And how long they had practiced the different steps they were used to making.
I wouldn’t say that it was a hard job.
Another Summer of Love
My mother stopped wearing a bra
in the nursing home
because the straps hurt
her shoulders.
Art = Beauty + Shit
I. Art that avoids shit is kitsch, said Kundera. Think proletarian posters, red and black, the size of building