The Further Adventures of the Squint-eyed Kid

In this chapter, we discover The Kid and
his accomplice holed up in a "howling wilderness", picking off clunkers left and right.

Defying the Laws of Gravity

Easter Sunday 2010 at "The Milk and Honey House"

Yours truly looking as if he's getting ready to fall flat on his back during a dizzying, whirling dervish zeibekiko. A bit before this photo was taken, our party was pleasantly invaded by a trio of itinerant Rom musicians whose lively music entertained us until they had had enough food and wine (plus the obligatory "tip") to spirit them away to their next stop. Opa, manges!

This next photo I have aptly and lovingly captioned “Invoking My Muse”— Eleni demonstrating that some women are equal to men when it comes to dancing the zeibekiko, though some rebetika purists disagree, and insist that the zeibekiko was and should remain a dance performed only by men and by only one man at a time at that.

Barque

Once in

Drifting out, there comes
A point where you can’t see

The sunken forest
For the sea of trees.

The It Theorem

Learning to live with it,

Where it is an axiom in-
Dispensable as

The life that lives it,
Proves it.

Definitely Not Lemmings #19

My thanks to Momo Luna, an exceptionally gifted artist from Arnhem, Holland for hopping on board the DNL Locomotive.

Honest Injun Meets Manifest Destiny

No snake oil salesman and still
Wet behind the ears, he was strung up
 

Like pemmican, while forked 

Tongues licked him

Year after year.

 

 

Bookmark, Selected Poems, William Carlos Williams

From dry fragile still
fragrant yellow-

green stalks & leaves placed
between the descent

of winter & the locust tree
in flower stems

the scent of spring.


NB: Just got word that this little poem has been selected for the anthology Visiting Dr. Williams: Poems Inspired by the Life and Work of William Carlos Williams to be published by the University of Iowa Press in 2011. Good news received on this sunny spring Monday after Easter Sunday celebrated with a large gathering of friends at our "Milk and Honey" house.*

*So named by us because Meligalas means meli(honey) and gala(milk).