poems, vision, stories and soliloquies from the void. m.a.b. est. 1968.

  • “YEAH”

    “I work in a big tent bureaucracy, where armed Neanderthal clowns prance about freely spewing forth misogyny, thinly veiled race-hate and bible speak; where horribly untrained therapeutic trapeze artists attempt…

  • the cement shoes of time

    Of trimmed euphorbias, the ghosts of intimacy and sudden mirrors of so many episodes of Christmas were spent on the fringes of a life once tolerated but now lived. Of…

  • What you left behind

    Time is a cruel lava, it delivers me things that I forgot to tell youso many moons after you slammed the door on my feetthat was our private joke it…

  • fear and loathing in henderson, NV.

    Dateline 23 October 2014 El Sereno, CA aka University Hills aka East Los aka Hollenbeck (HOBK) Division RD #437.  Destination: Henderson, NV. Lake Mead.  Event: The Pumpkinman Triathlon, a drop…

  • you could see lots of other things

    a story It was cold that night. You could see your breath, and if you looked close enough, lots of other things. After the meeting she came up to me,…

  • Meanwhile, back in Subvert City…

    And it’s all gone quiet in the city. The minions have genuflected. Democracy didn’t die in darkness; it was slowly tortured to death in broad daylight. While the world watched.…

  • Sensitive to light

    May 11, 2019 It’s a week before vacation starts. I am working, running an errand on the clock.  I am at 6th and San Pedro flowers for Mother’s Day. It…

  • After the fire

    after Hollywood streets, with pimps and gum-stained humanity after lusty stop lights with glue sniffing response time after swerving soberly through too many lanes and lights after a casual stroll…

  • Second Sight

    there, on the treadmill is The Housewife she’s nondescript, bulging and Sisyphus I feel the rock of her undoing rolling over her, before I see it in her eyes. a…