The Mezunian

Hiding ’mong the changing leaves ~ anarchist stump.

Autumn slowed her steps as she neared the window o’ a place named “Li’l Shop for Hoarders”, glossy e’en under fall’s faded sun, as if the storeowner had set up the sun itself to improve their presentation, so she could capture a longer image o’ the camera — sleek, black with a silver circle round […]

Accompanying music 1 day walking home from the store I spied a pumpkin-colored rock sitting where no one else would find it in a plot o’ dirt by the highway. I picked it up with the intention o’ taking it home; but as I lifted it I turned it o’er & saw on its brown […]

Autumn maples ~ available for a limited time.

Rust-skied Saturday ~flat gainst the tarmacgreen pop bottle.

Summer’s end ~ the smell o’ dead grass; the mower growls.

Hothaze sky ~black birds hold paradecalling fall…

Decadent summer ~blissful antsbutterdrowned.

<Doctor, it hurts when I lift my arms>. <Then stop lifting your arms>. – An ol’ joke. Hegel remarks somewhere that all great world-historic facts and personages appear, so to speak, twice. He forgot to add: the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce. – ¡Rrrring! ¡Bing! Carlos Marukusu There’s an old saying […]