June 20, 2009

When My Father Was Jesus

When my father was Jesus, he stormed around the house and the back-porch screaming loud as the apostles and catching lost birds.

Bird Land Storm Land


Bird-Land Storm-Land

It’s not like you can tell, father said.
What does that mean, daughter said?
It means when it happens you won’t feel it.

Troia



I met John through Justin.

Harry Dean Stanton

It was hot outside
I was working at the Grill in Beverly Hills

April 18, 2009

Bukowski Letters


I found these letters from our man BUK. He wrote one to my Dad's publisher, John Martin, of Black Sparrow Press.