• At the bar

    The Orchid Room is a collaborative writing project. Anyone can participate. Just a leave a comment like talking to the bartender or one of the performers. If you would like a night on stage you can audition anywhere. This week the Orchid Room is proud to announce all new management. And we are serving food prepared by Wilbur Cox Jn. (Wil, to his mates.) The wine is supplied by the wonderful folk at The Grateful Palate.
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    • must mention mosquitoes & the bombardment of beetles July 23, 2008
      According to page 194 of my wonderful new Laws Field Guide to the Sierra Nevada (for review, see post one previous to this one), we are being bitten by 3 or possibly 4 different kinds of mosquitoes: black snow mosquito, common snow mosquito, and cool weather mosquito are the most likely culprits here at 7600′ [...]
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    • untitled poem in small-case letters. July 19, 2008
      click, click. with each click, one bird became nothing in the sky. my morning was a morning - it started with breakfast, a space seen through hotel blinds, in which there flew too many birds. so click. a word we underlined in pencil and wrote “onomatopoeia” in the margin. a cheap trick. i broke the stress relief thing over my keyboard - i spent some time vacumming up [...]

he coughs,

the smoke curls up and he throws the spit into the fire with a hiss and some apparition appears, some crone, Rose shuffling out of the dark, you again Rose, he says, where have we come to now, with your blind old father, whose turn is it today to offer a little hospitality to the wandering Jew. are we to be lamed wufniks again, again, not knowing, doomed to eternal ignorance of our true purpose,

let it rain, Rose, let it rain the fires of hell on them this time, there will be no mercy here,

until one day it rains, my sweet maryjane,

3 Responses to “he coughs,”

  1. This is beautiful. A song. Sing it.
    Peace.

  2. Some of the pieces are starting to fit together for me. I like howthe piece ends with a comma. It’s like a short rollercoaster ride that is continuing somewhere else.

  3. delicious. I’m hungry.

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