Wow for two great multi-faceted singers, James Brown and Bob Arnold at JAMES BROWN SINGS LITTLE WILLIE JOHN ~ A Longhouse Birdhouse
Here’s a third Wow for Scott Watson, poet, translator, and teacher and our James Brown. – DF
Posts Tagged ‘ Bob Arnold ’
A bed with softer animals
It is raining.
It is Tuesday night.
There are 36 steps up to Alan’s apartment on the East Sde.
A bed with softer animals.
A Doberman Pinscher walks into a 7-11 and buys a carton of milk.
I notice these things.
Rain waters the buildings and they grow and grow.
Makes thieves work harder.
Some paintings make me cry.
I Like Crying.
Gunsmoke was a good show to cry to
Also, the Waltons’ Christmas Special.
Alan is reading about cannibals in New Guinea.
The cannibals average at five feet tall.
They roast their dead for 30 days then bury them in the jungle.
Alan told me it rains more in the jungle, but I knew that already.
What I don’t know is how lightning feels on the body.
Or what makes a glowworm glow.
Or why the neighbor keeps knocking his head against the wall.
M A Y S H I E N W I N
Poetry between Los Angeles and San Francisco
edited by Neeli Cherkovski and Bill Mohr
Otis Books 2015
Cecil the lion is seen at Hwange National Parks
Cecil of Hwange National Parks
when it’s felt
through and through
something the killer
could not do
August 11, 2015
Bird Without Wing
All week long the bird was obedient to its caged routine; fed promptly at regularly
measured intervals, even naps taken perfunctorily with cosmic discipline and good
birdism. in this manner the bird did deliver song—an efficient ecstasy. On weekends the
bird was allowed to escape its cage. in moments of disturbed flurry — a dollhouse flight
by the mirror
indra’s net bottle rockets press 2003
Bob Arnold (photo by Susan Arnold).
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