A Way from It All

For five days. At a villa overlooking the Ionian, courtesy of a dear friend.

An Oral-Visual Presentation of Aural (Second Attempt)

Yeah, I know the visual quality’s bad but after all, the sequence is called Aural! However, do not despair— if you open another window

here, you’ll be able to see the poet’s actual words, while his voice mellifluously takes you down an imaginary stream of oral emissions.

How I Became a Heartless Gourmand

It’s easy. Let’s say you find yourself hungry enough to eat a horse in the charming seaside village of Marathoupoli on the Ionian coast of Messenias, so you decide to bogue at a leisurely gait up and down the promenade looking for something to eat and you come across this inviting(!) menu board. Entering the establishment and not seeing any aproned squids frying elegant pieces of chopped chintz lampshade, nor any succulent sarcodines surreptitiously lying low beyond the reach of your pseudopodal taste sensors, you choose to go for the piglet that has somehow miraculously escaped from a fate worse than death and is now—lo and behold—glaring at you (probably feeling piggy arrogant and haughty) from a vantage point high on top of a red-hot oven! Before you can make your move however, the well-oiled porker accidently slips from the oven straight down into a waiting pot and finally surrenders to his fate, becoming a roast etc. Too flabbergasted by all the surreal gastronomic goings on, you finally resign yourself to settling for something more commonplace—today’s plate, for example—and eat your heart out.

Your Just Desserts--Just What the Doctor Ordered!

My dear Elsie, this is just

To say you better

Keep it between you

And me and no

One else—especially

Flossie or else—

You’ll plum get yours too if you

Know what I mean?

The Bicycle Thief

While some people are out there doing their best

trying to break records, others are doing their worst

breaking hearts.