All That Is 8All That Is 8 by almcdermid
of all things on earth
water is most similar to
All That Is
it seeks the low places
that humanity disdains
and yet without effort
it nourishes all
close to the earth
think deeply yet simply
act with honesty and generosity
speak true and love justice
follow your nature
be always present
and do not contend
six or seven more moves, worst casesix or seven more moves, worst case by almcdermid
Tokyo hates me.
It hates me more than San Francisco
and Honolulu combined.
(New York City doesn’t know I exist.)
Small towns are out of the question;
they catch on too fast.
I could probably do five years
in Portland, six tops (it’s pretty
laid-back) before I was found out.
Another five in Seattle (maybe).
That’s six or seven more moves, worst case.
A conversation at 7th and AOn summer daysA conversation at 7th and A by almcdermid
I walk down
To the corner restaurant,
At an outside table
And watch the girls.
You join me,
Pointing out those
You think Ill like.
There, you say,
Shes your type,
Wrap around batik skirt,
Halter top, long hair,
Pulled slick and braided.
I shrug, meaning she is.
She looks like Dolly-chan.
(Dolly is my ex-wife;
She calls her chan,
As if they were friends,
As if they knew each other.)
She does not, I say,
And why spoil it for me.
And point out another.
How about her?
You like tattoos, right?
I also like navel rings.
Maybe you should get one.
Amy Plays the BatgirlAmy plays the Batgirl,Amy Plays the Batgirl by almcdermid
with a black halo.
A Kwan Yin in biker leather,
her face a mask,
she watches me,
though eyes like slashes.
A neon crown
of angelic sweat
collects on her brow,
streams down her face,
between her breasts,
a glistening talisman.
Looking for enlightenment
from a vending machine,
we drink the ashes
of her long dead master
mixed with Coco-Cola
and burn incense
for the salvation
of tabloid rock stars.
RememberRecall reflections, rippled waters
now bone-bare dirt and sundried sand.
Remember yellows, blues and reds
whose silken surface softly skimmed
cool water, beneathe trembling hands.
Rethink the way your waters run;
flow with yourself, your soul, your skin.
Renew that day you fell in love
with something better than you'd known,
tango with rain, waltz with the wind.
Remember now, as you did then;
The Crossroads at Forgotten Lake 1I had just passed the smallest dot on the map, a crossroads with a diner and a gas station, when the car started to overheat. I pulled over and looked under the hood. Once the steam cleared, I could see that the water pump belt had snapped. Strange. I'd check everything before starting this trip. I closed the hood and looked around. The road stretched out ahead of me, woods on either side. Looking back the way I came, I couldn't see the crossroads, but I knew I could not have come far, and I'd seen a tow truck parked next to the gas station, so I headed back. I soon passed a sign naming the town. It was shot up and rusting, but I could still read it:
Space CampHe found himself standing in their daughter's room, staring at the dusty mobile of the planets, unsure of how he's come to be there. He looked at her bed, her desk, the unfinished homework. He considered opening the window, but the thought slipped away before he could act on it.
He wandered into the living room, looked out the window. The grass needed cutting. Did it? He wasn't sure. His wife would know, but she'd already left for work. Seems she left earlier every morning and came home later each night. Another thought occurred to him, something about each in their own way, but he couldn't hold it. Perhaps she was having an affair. He wondered at how he might feel about it if she was, decided he wouldn't feel anything.
He went into the kitchen, looked at the table, littered with unopened mail. He took a bottle from the cabinet and sat down at the table. Was he starting later than yesterday or earlier? He wasn't sure it mattered. He opened the bottle, but found he'd forgotten to get a
I'm a novelist (who also writes short fiction and poetry); I take a few pictures as well. |
Current Residence: Tokyo, Japan
Favourite genre of music: ambient
Favourite photographer: numerous
Favourite style of art: conceptual, abstract, Dada
Skin of choice: deep-fried chicken
Favourite cartoon character: me
Personal Quote: If you're taking it seriously, you're doing it wrong.