light wants in

I am found

Today four mild doctors on the Upright East Side, four Mosi from Mount Sinai, tell me it's Parkinson's.

No. It's not.

They turn my hands and watch me walk, hold one arm and elbow while making me touch finger to thumb, and they nod and query—did you know you do not swing your right arm when you walk?—and whisper and type, and because they are The Best I get quality eye-contact and bright sentences and a sincere promise to monitor my decay every four months from here on in.

From here on in. 

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O Bury Me Not

Flat on my back in switchgrass, I sing ‘O Give Me a Home’ to the thousand-mile wind. Sometimes when I sing I even love my father. Feel how his braced leg failed him on any grassy slope. See his withered right ankle, pale upon the good one, as he scoots along the floor to the bathroom—“out of my way!”—his privacy lost to desperation and loose BVDs. Forget his heavy hand and sing of the sweet land where fathers die, for liberty, and I love him. 

I love my mother as I sing of that swan like a maid in a heavenly dream. Sing our Kansas anthem and float with her, untouched, calm and protected. Forget my ugly duckliness, her sideways look, and I love her. 

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compressidue

CAPSPoetry2015

One urgent press of my crumbly stick
—a mark on pulpwood fiber—
and bleached, watermark’d world
is marred by desire.

The making of my line saturates,
and I Brando.
I taste minerals.
I maraca.
I floor it.

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PSA for MovDis

A Public Service Announcement for people who like people with movement disorders.

—We become more symptomatic as the day/evening wears on, or with stress, or heat, or just 'cause. We're not getting "worse" or "better" "these days."

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rough Lunts like us

I walk the mystery city,
its dark angles and golden slices.
I make my way up 
glasstic, gargoyle’d, rubble-shine
to the only way in

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Interview: Massimo Pigliucci

I went to hear Massimo Pigliucci at SUNY Ulster on May 5th (2012. He was promoting his book, "Nonsense on Stilts: How to Tell Science from Bunk." It's full of lucid examples from the borderlands of science and pseudo-science, and a lot of fun to read. The talk included a funny and useful slideshow. He presented some remarkable (and challenging) points about the methods we use to determine the validity of what we read and hear.

Afterwards, I was able to tag along for drinks with Massimo and three teachers, and we had a jolly time until 10 pm, when the bar cranked up the Stones (for Cinco de Mayo), and I fled the noise.

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What Kindle Can’t Do

In 1936, the publishers of The Dolphin: A Journal of the Making of Books, began work on “A History of the Printed Book.”

They commissioned essays, and sent staff into the cauldron of pre-war Europe to rescue woodblocks, copperplates, etchings, and examples. Convinced that books would always exist, they felt an obligation to document the original materials and methods, and the talented artisans who invented and perfected printing.The result is a richly illustrated and unique, detailed history, written by scholars.

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