Lola

My lady friend Lola is internet famous today, thanks to the Visual Supply Co. Grid. 

Don't let that willful display of tummy fool you; she's a good girl. 

Who Wants More Popcorn

The credits begin to roll and I marvel at how many bodies remain in their seats, certain that I've never before seen so many wait for what follows the scroll of white words. Phone screens come alive in the rows below like a cigarette lighter salute before the inevitable encore. They will wait now, I think, these masses that once fled for the lobby at the fade to black. Now that the nerd has become the norm, they will wait. But how many, I wonder, will pick up their trash on the way out. 

A Brief Respite From Being

Somewhere between the climb and collapse
we sit around a fire
and talk about growing up and growing old, 
about marriage and divorce
and grandparents who'll never understand,
about skipping school 
but attending school reunions,
about work,
and the people who make it work,
and how our parents always made it work.
We talk about these things
and we don't talk about other things,
but mostly we talk about Joy Division and the Clash.