Category Archives: musings

One day a year, usually in late February, the bumper-to-bumper pickup trucks and SUVs that clog major Houston streets are joined by covered wagons and riders on horseback. They come from all over the state—Corpus Christi, Amarillo, San Angelo, El … Continue reading →

More form experiments The clock swirled nauseatingly on the wall, The patient stirred and crossed his hairy arms The ticking of the pens across the clipboards Grated on his tried sensibilities. The patient stirred and crossed his hairy arms The … Continue reading →

I’ve decided to start a list of websites I find amusing, for my own reference in times of boredom and to serve the deep-seated need of my community for procrastinatory strategies. Homestar Found Rather Good Fatmouse Straight Dope Shameless Yale … Continue reading →

I just edited a few of the poems, getting rid of gratuitous allusions and whatnot. I also published a poem which had previously been private. Comments are always more than welcome.

The latest of the poetry games. My assignment was to write a seven-stanza poem in rhyme royal. I drove by the refineries today. The torches flickered in the summer night, And I in my suburban looked away, From all the … Continue reading →

WARNING. This is a personal site, and all the opinions expressed are based on those of me, me, me. In fact, some of the thoughts, opinions, and feelings expressed in this site come out much stronger than they ever were … Continue reading →

Distracting myself from the possible, I concentrate instead on what is now: The pale dawn, skin, warmth, Your sun-burned back and arms, Trying to coax my premature expectations To dissolve back into whispering vapors. It’s too easy to trust vapors, … Continue reading →

Something really weird just happened. I was on the bus, and this little old Indian-looking man turned to me and said “Are you a student?” When he found out that I went to Yale, he got me to come up … Continue reading →

I realized that there’s still nothing under “Love,” so I decided I might as well rehash all the stunted and failed romantic experiences of my life, in other words, all of the romantic experiences in my life. The earliest entanglement … Continue reading →

This is a new poetic form I just made up. It’s a cross between a sestina and a Steve Reich phase. The content is based on an emotional fantasy I’ve had since eighth grade: of sitting somewhere with someone, just … Continue reading →