Rhythm Wise
fall clouds / summer roof / night watch of cricket owls . [ 1822 ]
Sour Honey
Old Today
I’ll be old today — love what I love most — ferns, moss, stone — come hither, friend, and be alone. . [ 1821 ]
So Strange to Me
Watching dead people on TV — it seems so strange to me that everyone we meet is image-stuffed — in love with Marilyn Monroe, or some such — cat in your lap, soft furr, purring during drug commercials — and didn’t she/he/they die of an overdose? didn’t we all, our fingers bent and dumb from texting? . [ 1820 ]
Skip the Cake
Stop selling. Give yourself a break. Skip the cake. Try life instead. . [ 1819 ]
The Winding Path
the little bird in her nest, the falling star, the drop of rain, the winding path — why do they look at me like that? . [ 1818 ]
Clay Away
Washing my feet in the stream after a long, dusty hike — there goes a little more of me. . [ 1817 ]
Night Watch
Imagine flaming brightly, burning up in the atmosphere, and then understanding, that was your life. . [ 1816 ]
Earth Watch
Frogs in the spring, crickets in the fall — respiration, and pulse, normal. . [ 1815 ]
Greatness is as Greatness Does
Now that I’ve scrolled through the daily lies, and interpreted them to suit my bloated ego identity, it’s time to turn my attention to whatever it is I think I want to do and will shore up and further the idea I have of myself and deepen my sense of superiority. Then I will have breakfast. I need to keep up my strength, you know. . [ 1814 ]
In Other Words
When I grow up, I’ll be a responsible essayist. I’ll solve the world’s problems, one by one. Then I’ll invent new ones. I’ll also sell subscriptions. Until then, I’ll be an irresponsible poet and doodler. I’ll be a dooet and poetler. I’ll also sell inflictions. When everyone’s well, I’ll say they’re ill. And when they’re ill, I’ll say I welled them. I’ll have blog security. I’ll be avoided from miles […]
William Michaelian 