Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Flicker Vertigo



A parable unreels in air made luminous
with silver nitrate and dust. Glint struck
off a propeller tells a story begun
far from here.

Contrails corkscrew toward animals
cringing in their furs like dowagers
in a bad neighborhood. Two old pilots
play chess in the park, hearing aids off,
cataract eyes unable to track disturbances
in the air of newsreel memories.

In their wars, charged images flicked past
too fast to register. Information received
at 15 spins/second condenses thought
to pudding, ricochets off the exits
and perpetual threat of fire.    

Under a corrugated sky, wounds still bloom;
where there is a pounding in the temple,
fistfuls of summer poppies push through
the scarred gray crust of winter.

-- first pubbed in Cranky

Monday, November 17, 2014

Carla Sarett's Blog



Thanks to Carla Sarett for inviting me to her blog today, to share a list of my favorite mathematical literary books. Let me tell you a bit about Carla.
She is a Ph.D. and calls herself a refugee from academia, who has worked as a media researcher for over twenty years, specializing in TV, publishing and film and has published on new media and market research issues.  She began writing short fiction in 2010, creating witty characters readers come to know through their stories. She is well published, with work in literary magazines such as Linnet’s Wings, Blue Lyra Review, Danse Macabre, and Red Fez. You can find several of her story collections on her Amazon Author Page.  She regularly interviews writers on her blog, and has the best questions for them.I should know!  Follow her. She keeps things hopping.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Rescuing Ranu

A positive review of my novel Rescuing Ranu has just been published in this magazine. Thanks to Sufi for reviewing it, and Jennifer Kumar for the wonderful photo on the book cover.
Rescuing Ranu


Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Idea




It needs a sharp pencil.
A fountain pen. Cookies.
No, not that kind. Some coffee.
Or milk. Both! It concentrates better
with the TV on, sound off. But first,
it wants a bath. And a nap. A walk
in the woods. Dinner would be nice,
but a movie might confuse it, saturate it
with symbols that swell within dreams
and come to sit on your chest at 3AM,
nightshirt pounding, notebook held
just out of reach.
                                    
---first appeared in Rock Salt Plum

Monday, November 10, 2014

Charge




We bear down hard on our enfeebled,
our altered ones, even as we avert our eyes
from the spectacle of their personal devastation:
his stringy biceps as he tugs on a swim-cap;
her once girlish gait listing like a shipwreck.

In our dreams we hear the snap
of latex gloves as we hand over
the moment of our indecision. At dawn
we set about straightening the house, 
closing closet doors on the skeleton of memory.

The brain’s wiring unravels backward. We lose first
what was foremost. So when your aging brother strides out,
eccentric, sway-backed as a soldier mocking himself, seeking
persistently exciting inputs that will charge him up enough
to take one more run at you, you stand defenseless
on the doorstep, waving your something red.

-first appeared in The Listening Eye

Friday, November 07, 2014

Thursday, November 06, 2014

Abstract in Oil Pastels

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Tuesday, November 04, 2014

Time

Complete with a baker's dozen of her new drawings, here is Janet's 2015 calendar.