"I have been thinking a lot about the word ‘fun’ lately" I began last November - and the last day of October I said,... More > "Sometimes I think about dogs in silent films." I can't say that this path made any real sense or led to any true where; in fact, I started and ended with fun. Now November is here again, and where do I go? I will tell you next October...see you then. < Less

All of my favorite movie stars, authors, superheroes, painters, explorers and smart people including Spencer Tracy and... More > Ernest Hemingway and Cabeza de Vaca but neglecting Burgess Meredith because I forgot and all in one handy, easy to pick up 118 to 120+ page paperback. JUST ADDED (2010): more people. Like, for example, Walter Cronkite and Robby The Robot. < Less

“Really, as much as I wanted to say could have made a small book. I feel like I would like to keep a journal and then tear... More > out the pages and send them to you...” < Less

All I really wanted to do in this volume of poetry was convey the emotion that on might feel about the difference between... More > Lotte Lenya when she was singing Seeräuber Jenny in 1931 and Lotte Lenya when she was trying to kill James Bond with a poison-tipped dagger concealed in her boot in 1963. (From Russia with Love, indeed!) I hope that somehow I have succeeded in this. Have I? < Less

MY FAVORITE FIFTEEN PRESIDENTS is simply the most I can say about the American Presidents without going over my word limit... More > of, say, 50 words or dealing with anything of import or anything political whatsoever, unless, with for example Abraham Lincoln, love is political. This is a restriction that can be a challenge, at times. And that's why I avoided, say, Ronald Reagan and George Washington in MY FAVORITE FIFTEEN PRESIDENTS. I did, however, as I mentioned before, mention Abe Lincoln, but only when he was going to bed, and only at the end of the book. < Less

FROM THE INTRODUCTION: Should I be happy to hear such a beautiful song, or should I be sad that I did not write the song?... More > Ah, to be skinny and write songs, and yet, on the other hand, to eat strawberries and not worry about quality, other than the fleshy fruit quality of strawberries. Ah, to be wavy and do both... < Less

What can I say of FRED? It is an homage and loving thought tossed at my good friend, Fred, whose name, actually, is not, of... More > course, Fred. It's Gabe. Meanwhile, were any book of mine to be counted as a friend, it would be FRED. It recounts maxims, Italian movies, chows, $1 weiners, perilous adventures where very little happens and breezy reflections on what is and is not valuable – like friendship and unanswered questions and Anthony 'Tony' Quinn. And like a good friend, it snuggles. But more than an ordinary friend–FRED is a buddy–the kind of book I would take fishing, were I to fish, which I don't, as I am afraid to death of worms, which haunt me in my dreams. < Less

MICRO DINGS were a phenomenon in the 101 wing ding household during the '90's. Delightful morsels that weren't really books,... More > weren't really poems, and weren't really long. Hence the MICRO. With Christine (2009) the age of the MICRO was fini, replaced and rightly so by the MAXI MICRO. Enjoy WEED, this dying breed while it still isn't dead: delights include goofy illustration of W.S. Burroughs, Sad Tale of Sunday in the Park, and The Pancakes of Loneliness Complete, all in a length less lengthy than this description. < Less

Do I hate everything in this book? No, I don't. In fact I even made a separate little book for 'Chinese Proverbs' (called... More > 'Pillows') and 'Memories' was the first poem in 'Make It Wavy.' But I can say I hated the rest – until I edited it again, twice. Then I said, 'Not bad, not bad at all.' And then I edited it one more time and said, 'But not really good, either.' I recommend that you read this book once, and only edit it twice. < Less

A poem a day, written every day during the month of October, 2004, that sometimes works, sometimes doesn't work at all,... More > sometimes is perfectly fine. BONUS FEATURE: a trio of prose poems in which the A Team operates under the exquisite accent and infinite tenderness of a honest-to-god Roman Emperor. < Less