Monday, October 25, 2010

A Short Digression

Though I'm still whittling away on completing Galileo's Dilemma as a complete manuscript, my reaction to the call that my 3-minute fiction submission would be published on NPR was, well, atomic.

If you're curious, you'll find it here.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

to Roxanne and Cyran06

    spied you thrU
    my sitemeether lense

    bi    nary      bi     noculars
    measure, for measure

    the traffic
    at my door

    all the way from Arroyo Grande
    C                  A

    looking for words you were
    to make her see fireworks

    in the sky of your fly
    on the Fourth of July

    jenny, jenny I've got your (IP) number

    no area code necessary
    these digits do the trick

    you sought the Gee-Wiz!
    for "poems to make her wet"

    followed the yellowed-----stitched seams
    & found yourself a home inside her \back pocket/

    fingers spiral round the circumference
    of denim clad spheres

    eschewing independence that bright night
    you wrapped yourself tight inside the flag of her embrace

    just got word yesterday that this poem about love making
    in this Googley milennium will be published in

    Friday, August 18, 2006


    these three remainders
    you, me and her are
    the legacy of simple math
    and boolean logic, not so much

    we have lost our ability
    to add and multiply
    desire sliding slowly
    off the tail end of X

    crossed paths in a cradle of
    American comforts
    so many plus signs
    weighed us down

    there is no magic in subtraction
    a solitary horizontal bar
    where nothing stays,
    at least for very long

    this foil between us
    I lunged from the left
    you two repelled, siblings
    parrying behind Prospero

    division is our only function
    anemic lines squeezed
    between fecund dots
    expecting no friction

    only a clean cut
    which never heals
    despite our common

    heir apparents with no answers
    still wanting some of it all

    Monday, August 14, 2006

    Tale of the Rake (or Ode to an Asshole)

    Monsieur Montreal
    was vacuum sealed tight
    inside his dadaist

    he lost his lucidity
    once he passed fifty
    the effects of gravity

    his lust for control
    and pretty young prose
    created only

    crossing parallel lines
    in the name of aesthetics
    eyes wide shut but for unconscious

    ah, the vanity of old men
    who worship the pen
    and grope in the dark for their

    is mathematically defined
    by Pythagorean minds
    as non-linear, impotent and

    pour poor Monsieur Clifford Duffy

    Thursday, August 10, 2006

    Prime Numbers (for M.R.P., the poetryman)

           everything is divisible

         as we grow up, and threadbare
            mistaking weak seams for durability
                heavy sighs collapse the card house

        but not in number theory

            where certain ordinates are
                they cannot be divided

       even though ordinary men
                still pick fights
         over the primality of "1"

              demonstrating that every one
                   has a primal instinct
            to shoot their own reflection

               there just may be salvation

                        in prime numbers
            the mathematician's decoder ring
                      as sexy as Salome's seventh veil
               unlocking Herod's secrets

            and a bard in Arkansas
              who leaves the restaurant
                     with Mamet on the table
            to start a revolution with a keystroke

                   and reassures me
       that the power of one lies not in its division,
                      but in its multiplication

    Friday, August 04, 2006

    Heisenberg Sunrise

    the invitation
    a surprise like Texas snow
    sweetened my Earl Grey

    gently stirring Heisenberg's uncertainty principle around
    in my morning cup of tea
    dissolving it like granulated sugar

    sipping slowly the diluted theory that
    the value of certain positions
    cannot be measured

    Sunday, July 30, 2006

    Pollock's Last Snowflake

    The question posed a voluptuous riddle.
    Were these frenzied silhouettes
    pole-dancing in black and blue
    drooling the white slip
    the sinewy gestures of Jackson Pollock's dribble?

    The answer
    coveted in a cracked glass
    where crystalline veins erupt
    like snowflakes
    fatally flirting with windowpanes.

    The anonymous physicist found
    relying on African fractals
    and reflexive theories of self-similarity
    (like the infinite peculiarity of the figure 8)
    that these calculated drips
    were indeed, not authentic.

    Wednesday, July 26, 2006

    Unstrung Zero

    of dots and lines
    the elevated quibblings of
    quantum physics

    my makeup is no small matter

    an elegant hunch
    conceived 'round midnite
    when Frank was under the stylus
    and Dick on top of the matrix

    I've got the world on a string

    how to explain
    the droplets of dots that remain
    when straight lines
    are straightened
    and snap

    too much tampering
    quiets the quivering

    (which ironically)
    (is where dimension lies)
    (according to the JPL guys)
    (in the instability)

    dots have no depth
    is a lie
    Mr. Feynman

    her atomized mess
    has left deep stains

    in a strikingly linear fashion

    Wednesday, July 12, 2006

    Einstein's Wife

    the letters arrive almost daily = still crisp from their travels

    {London + Vienna + Paris}

    and she s/its every one open with a whetted kitchen knife not the pearl-handled letter-opener he gave her last September with her initials calligraphied "E.E." on its filigreed cusp

    a tender script heavily inked = words thoughtfully chosen

    tamed beasts of burden that carry the weight of his lust
    for her = once his darling mistress
    now his accommodating wife
    and the unsecreted "unwanted" others

    {Mrs. L + Mrs. M + Margarita} who multiply

    {her 20-year-old daughter, his next step, maybe?}

    the Mrs. knows E likes L's aggressive posturing
    the lady of the house sees E succomb to M's docile compliance
    his better half reads that E is smitten with Margarita's full pout and tight ass

    still they are not not not her equal

    and what of his infidelity, relatively speaking? these candid epistles are not confessions they are revelations for his chosen Magdalene weightless sacrifices she is willing to make to kiss the feet of genius and quiet him in her skirted lap

    the knife however she does not return to the drawer when she is finished reading the letter finished folding it twice and tucking it gently into the aero-postaled envelope finished placing it in her high holiday hat box with the others

    the knife
    she slips
    into the
    pleated folds
    of her
    pocket fingering
    its thin
    edge welcoming
    the cut
    (gracious hostess
    that she
    is) which
    reassures her
    that she
    still bleeds

      Tuesday, July 11, 2006

      La Bonita Candidas

                                                          Candidas should be

                                                 the name of a "brown-eyed girl"

                                                             not yeasty fungi

        Thursday, July 06, 2006

        Drosophila Melanogaster Disaster/2

        fruit fly puNNett [squares]





                                           gives berth to (Mothras)

        %   and demonstrously perFect Fenotypes   %

        Tuesday, July 04, 2006 v.06

        much much is made of Galileo Galilei's brick and feather
        but the gravitational effects of extended locks are


        tress e s  s  s  s  s  s        l   o   n  g

        y   a  w  n  i   n  g   commas   of       thoughtfully_conditioned

        f 0 l l i c l e d     f0liage

        too    t  h  i  c  k    

        to run   F  t  I  N  h  G r  E o  R  u  S  gh 


        brushed in waves

        dis rupt  s   language

        d   i  s  t  i  l  l  s breath

        press | pause

        when just the right length ___ as measured by Pope

        in   just  the  right        l  i  g  h  t


        c  r  a  c  k  e  d  whip                      commanding attention

                                 promises no safe landings

        © 2009 Y.E.W.