One of the rescuers took these on my search. Posting on the 10 year anniversary of my rescue September 30, 2010..
Broker: I didn’t notice you complaining, laying around a 5 Star hotel imagining you were a revolutionary poet!
Poet: If we are this nasty interviewing ourselves, why should anyone else let us interview them?
Broker: Your right. I should have asked you something less personal that might help create understanding. Something like, “Do you think artists like you are too dependent on business people like me, so they just go along with anything we do?
Poet: That’s much nicer. I’d have to answer “Certainly we are. Because you provide for our survival.” If you take this approach in general, you’ll be able to expand the interview series.
Broker: Right. Nobody wants to be interviewed by flamethrower.
Poet: Yes. But what a horrible image. Please phrase that differently. OMG.
The writing is marvelous, the language wholly appropriate, with snatches of humor defying the reality. Salvation Canyon is a wondrous cautionary tale, enjoyable because of what can only be termed ‘a happy ending.’
Broker: What a mess DTLA is.
Poet: You still blaming it in the property owners?
Broker: They certainly deserve some blame.
Poet: Is that so? How about on their deals where you made money?
Coyote woke me then
when the remote road glowed
in another day’s light a black horse
galloped by from the sun’s side
a driven rider knees dug in
a doppelganger in the wind
a man in wine and gold
his hem above his hips.
Friday night’s Zoom presentation for Oasis was a success.
Poet : What do you intend to do about the Pandemic?
Featured with Beverly M.Collinsin Zoom reading rehearsal with Mariko Kitakubo of Japan, whotook the photo.
The Digger by Ed Rosenthal
The lime vanilla ice-pop seen from a mile away
was a woman pushing a stick in the ground.
The wind romanced her rough robe
blowing cotton petals in and out
Her splotched white Dandelion of hair
flung itself around her arms and shoulders
Wide Canyon, A love Story
By Ken Sims
Any story I write that features my wife Wendy … is just somehow a love story. …Even
those that are not altogether happy…
I awakened early on the morning of Sunday, February 19, 2006. With nothing more pressing
to do, so I got on the computer and resumed my efforts to chart a course over the Little San