Sunday, November 15, 2009

finally equal (haiku)

all of his bullshit
at the moment of impact
was thrown clear with him

Thursday, June 18, 2009

spooky action from a distance (haiku)

falling back to earth
raging winds pin my eyes closed
i hope you land first

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

why I'm exhausted but never get anywhere (haiku)

opposing forces
rage and cancel each other
my paralysis

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

ho-hum (haiku)

I am just the help
vacuuming Bowsers Castle
the belt is broken

Sunday, February 22, 2009

I'll have the fillet marsalla (eight words)

gave us details
about sons

Monday, February 16, 2009

wrestler down (eight words)

mother's scream.
three hundred
others stopped
dead silent.

The kid was ok.
We were at a wrestling tournament with 600 kids and their families in the building. It’s not uncommon to see a wrestler crying. Kids get twisted, stretched and bumped all day long and more than a few of them will cry after their match. It’s an emotional and physical investment to fight another person.

What is surprisingly rare is that a kid actually gets hurt during a match. Seriously hurt, broken bones, joints and muscles. Plenty of brusies and scratches but you never see anything more serious. Unlike sports like football and soccer, there is very little momentum when the kids come together, so there is no impact.

Something happened on the mat next to me and the kid must have gone unconscious for a second. His mom let out a howl that was so incredibly haunting as she streaked across the mat towards him.

Now realize people were already yelling at the matches already being fought in the gym. There was easily 300 people in this particular gym waiting for their own matches to come up but there was something in her voice that silenced the entire gym. I looked over and the kid was sitting up, looking confused. Her voice haunted me for the rest of the day.

Reminds me of a line from a Pixies song:
"..the sound that a Mother makes, when the baby breaks...."

Friday, February 13, 2009

iridium under pressure (haiku)

screaming momentum
order to a debris field
nothing you can sell

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Dark Matter and Dark Matters

all that junk between the stars
means something
to someone
I guess

Monday, February 09, 2009

mat time (eight words)

dreams beaten from you
on one inch Resolite

Friday, February 06, 2009

another win for my boy (haiku)

losing by 10 points
the wrestler hit the pancake
with 5 seconds left

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I watched the whole feed to be sure he was really leaving (eight words)

Marine One,
Take this
burden away.
maybe Texas?

Monday, January 19, 2009

Vonnegut might still be right (eight words)

The Sirens of Titan
The Bitches of Ganymede

Water Landing

Sure, no one’s surprised that I might challenge myself against the Espresso machine at my new job. It's not the sort of thing I announce, but just something I do to satisfy my curiosity for the world. How else am I to know where I fit in on this planet?

The big problem was after my 5th successful Espresso. I was buzzing along getting some serious work done. The ipod is jamming. The Secretary comes in and has an announcement.

Secretary: “Hey Guys, the water department just shut down all the water for blocks, broken pipe”
SB (smirking and shooting back the 6th Espresso): Good thing I’m not drinking water then, bitches!! (to myself of course)
Secretary: “and the toilets aren’t working now, should be back up in a few hours”
SB: “oh dear”

Friday, January 16, 2009

Andrew Wyeth

I'm sorry about the death of Andrew Wyeth for alot of reasons. He lived just a few miles from me, and is one of the few painters I've admired. I'm only 20 minutes from his families Museum and I'm embarrassed to say I've never been. Another item for the list.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009


Things are moving along.  I'm in the middle of my first full week at the new job.  Mostly they have had me writing analysis of their current projects.  I should be doing some creative production in the near future.


What's funny about this place is that there is no coffee in the office.  No coffee machines, no coffee pots, no coffee ice cream.  What they do have is Espresso.  Several old fashioned Espresso pots and a new fangled Espresso machine that takes Espresso grind cartridges. 


The problem is that I drink unknowingly when I'm busy and without any kind of volume to slow me down I have been drinking shots of Espresso all day long.  My goal today is to drink one of each of the seven varieties they have available.  Really, what else is there to do?

Monday, January 05, 2009

disposition of the new employee

bright shiny worker

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes

whatever it takes