difficult to cure.

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

  • who carried who

    A couple weeks ago, we said a final farewell to Henry. The kids  and close family came over.  There was a simple ceremony and we interred his ashes in the…

  • 10/1

    I. Today is the birthday that I gave you  11 years ago today, I picked you up from the Vet  beheld in awe that mottled trifecta of miracles  wondering how much…

  • “Tell Me the Story” (Or: Regarding Henry)

    August 5,2019 He came to me handicapped but happy.  His name was H3NRY, a front leg amputee. He used the remaining leg for balance and to make progress both forward…

  • until kingdoms come

    Tainted dreamscapes and the letters you never sent dissipate upon awakening Your silence has been the loudest; the echoes of what was left unsaid Hurt the most in the spaces…

  • I got into a staring match catatonic with Blueberry compote I sat and cried with your absence in the Home Depot parking lot On our walks, I watch the Hydrangeas and…

  • the loudest thing she had ever heard

    This probably belongs on the “other” front page of the internet, but I’ll try here first. It’s a request. An exploration of memory. An attempt. I’m looking for something I…

  • You tell the dreamcatcher

    “Love is some scary shit” But what’s the alternative? looking into whose mirror and mess?   Sometimes you loved so hard the memory of it: as the gravity of tsunami waves The…

  • came the assassins

    Came the assassins on the eve of the world’s whimpering end it was riding a star-crossed manifold with unfinished business stamped across the faceless bovine nation who shook their meaty…

  • They found the city and her secrets

    Leaving the factory, lurching home I studied the streets painted with the shadows of lesser humans, as skyfall and low clouds hung as carcinogenic specters   The wind wasn’t crying for Mary; it was crying for more…