Togetherness and banishment,
wife and I smoldering on the living room couch,
our tiny continent.

Pandemic Diary Excerpts
March 21, 2023
By Webmaster
March 21, 2023
By Webmaster
Togetherness and banishment,
wife and I smoldering on the living room couch,
our tiny continent.
March 21, 2023
By Webmaster
A New York friend says
we have no real seasons in the
Coachella Valley.
Untrue.
Come fall, the death of summer, and we feel like feathers.
Birds prance like runway models on the telephone wires,
leaves toss in the twilight wind.
July 5, 2021
By Webmaster
Do I have any pets?
“I’ve been wanting to get a dog. I’m kind of an old soul,
and I think dogs also tend to be old souls.”
Psychobabble to convey depth—
I don’t like dogs.
July 5, 2021
By Webmaster
She walked behind me at first, then alongside. When I reached home, she simply walked in, sat down, and immediately fell asleep. She woke, as if at the end of a long illness. We ate grilled fish and sat together in silence. She spent the night and the following day, which turned into another, and soon a week had passed. We got along. She came and went as she pleased.
July 5, 2019
By Peter
My big brother Harry was something: Leave the crude undamaged beneath the sea, he said, sold his car, and even refused for a time to ride in cars. (Later, he lived in a car.) Immediately after college, Harry changed his name to Harrison Redwood, moved north, and chained himself to an old growth redwood.
July 5, 2019
By Peter
At first blush, it appears an unambiguous portrait, the subject a man in meditation— adamantly upright posture, well-cut jacket, background in soft focus. From another angle, one sees a woman with a broad, strong face and red hair. Viewed from a third angle, the subject is a beast,
July 5, 2019
By Peter
We dreamed of a life of pâté en croute,
always arriving with a fig mostarda,
a life in which a contralto-green cilantro pesto
could be counted on to refresh the gamey lamb.
Why should the search for perfect cheese puffs be less important
than the search for pure black or the sound of one hand?
July 5, 2019
By Peter
We’ll watch black and white movies exclusively.
I will not be fat.
There will be acoustic guitar.
It will be feng shui.
I will not smoke indoors.
I promise I’ll stop doing that thing you hate.
Also, the other thing.
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