PANDORA'S AMPHORA

  Borrowed Light I’m just starting Ken Haas’ first book of poetry Borrowed Light (Red Mountain Press, Seattle, 2020). The book turned up in...

  IN SPITE OF THE EVIDENCE The Buddhabeauty of the changing present moment could be its geometric  geodesic dadadivinity. Witness as in no o...

  It's Honey, Darling! We’ve killed all the Bees. Now – as we’re the smartest on earth at the same time once a month we all stand outsid...

 Cinderella Our primal Europathic pubescent girl myth all dressed up in charming patriarchy & yet carrier of the good witch fairy godmot...

  Burn Barbie Burn   Karen Bellerose Burn Hollywood Burn, I smell a riot Goin’ on, first they’re guilty, now they’re gone Yeah, I’ll check o...

  Lately, Art says,  I've Been Thinking About Clumps   and for hours we drive through clumps of mountains called ranges, clumps of cars ...

  A philosopher-poet who sits on his back porch, shelling peas and asking what about the silent ones, the stones, “those who give themselves...