Good of The Buckaroo to cut us a break this month — no rules. He cuts me a break every month by allowing — nay, encouraging — me to indulge this mythmaking exercise. Thanks again, Buck. Can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. Can tell you that as I write I keep you firmly…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
ON HE RODE — Chapter 14
So the way this works is you slip this GM Key to Greater Value into this chrome slot here to the right of the steering column, then you turn it so it’s exactly straight up and down and the dashboard lights, needles, and gauges are alive and talking to you. Then you push the clutch…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Toeenjambment
Sunbendsgoldacrossoldtoes.
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Good Time
Six bells and all is well.
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
ON HE RODE — Chapter Thirteen
Ghosts. I absolutely believe in the One interconnected and intraconnected Spirit animating the Universe, and I do call that Spirit God and believe It to be sexually ambiguous and autonomous and all-knowing and self-abnegating: humble yet proud; meek yet all-powerful. Nothing to anybody. Something to everybody. Everything to us all. Who wouldn’t believe in ghosts?…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Hank, Sr. in Waikiki
If you get da kala, Dolly, I get da kine.
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
POEM for May
Bamboo Shoots, stems, leaves, stalks, groves.
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
ON HE RODE — Chapter Twelve
“Would this be one of those times?” she asks. Seriously, I think. Coyly? A bit. Just the right amount, I surmise. But what do I know? “Could be,” I reply. “Will you know . . .? I mean when will you know?” “As soon as we get inside one of these historic abodes and have…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
ON HE RODE — Chapter Eleven
So I’m goin’ down the road feelin’ bad, Lord, goin’ down that road really not knowin’ how I’m feelin’. I mean, look, who’m I kiddin’? Me? Am I kiddin’ me? Or should that be, “Am I kiddin’ I?” That depends, I guess, on whether the terminal pronoun is a direct object, in which case it…
Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Ornithological Rhapsody sans Dove or Rats with Wings
Rudy knows people, and, because he knows people, Rudy loves birds. It is not enough to say that he likes, admires, envies, and adores all birds — he LOVES them, wants to marry them, wants to BE them. Most especially, he wants to join the lyrical thrush family, the robins he admired back then, the…