Monthly Archives: February 2023

rudolph was a valentino

“Will you be be be be be be be my valentine?You know that I’ll be yoursif only you’ll be mine.”— valentine’s song I remember from davy crockett elementary schooleven though I can’t remember the school song dammit— It’s 6 a.m. … Continue reading

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life is funny, part 392

Mo was rummaging around in the closet today and came across this flag, a relic featuring the signatures of the entire family from long ago before folks started leaving us. I didn’t think much if it. Until. Niece the Elder … Continue reading

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90 in november

Fast time of getting way too highcardboard cutout cowboywaving goodbyeStill it seemslike it doesn’t mean a thing.— blair howerton— And then, of course, there are those other nights. A huge moon, or possibly a Chinese spy balloon, floats aimlessly over … Continue reading

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except a voice was in my head

One more time around might do it.— the prophet cornell— You’re standing in the imaginary lane 9 of the little dirt track. It’s a gloomy day and nobody else is in sight except a homeless guy huffing spray paint next … Continue reading

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dreams, part 13

we want the funk.give up the funk. — the prophet george edward clinton— I am at the Olympics with my sister Jami. We’re watching the beach volleyball competition. One of the members on the U.S. team is some guy I’m … Continue reading

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