Thursday, November 11, 2010

A Reversed Cat

This book was written during a week,

September 28-October 3, 2010, when a

thick cloud covered the town. Every morning

it was there. Sometimes it crawled away for

a while, but at night it was out again.

During this time, amid other events,

our neighbor’s cat disappeared. I was

at work, looking through an old magazine

for a letter from 1938. Instead, on page 475,

I discovered a reversed cat.

October 9, 2010 2:03 PM, Bellingham


We Live Below

We All Have Places Awaiting Our Arrival

1971 Ford

The Balloon Man

Someday

Abigail

Sunny Meter

Living In Water

The Cobra Handler

Chapter 10

A Reversed Man

Coyote Alarm Clock

Instant Coffee

Chapter 14

Bellingham Bay, Saturday

The Floating Leaf

6 Year Old Photographer

The Great Speckled Bird

40 Watts of Apple


We Live Below

a lid of clouds

bound to the tops of trees


We follow the crows

leading the way

calling out names

in the white


We All Have Places

Awaiting Our Arrival


Birds find

what they want

a branch

held like a hand

above the river


1971 Ford


While we were eating

at the picnic table

surrounded by slides

and swings and fun


Someone left

two yellow tickets

tucked beneath

your windshield wiper


The Balloon Man


A blue uniform

made round

with hot air



Someday

growing in the woods

will be the dollar tree

and its leaves won’t matter

fallen around on the ground

like a bank robbery


Abigail

the blue flower

wears a paper mask

hides her looks

like Halloween



Sunny Meter


It’s been 3 days

raining and windy

the front step is empty

no sign of Sunny



Living In Water


We feel

every tremor

disturbing

the surface.


When it’s calm

we wonder

when will it

happen again?



The Cobra Handler


“You will think nothing

has happened, but after

an hour you will get sleepy.

It will be hard to talk,

things will blur.

Your breathing

will become difficult.

You will lie down.

Your heart will simply

stop. That’s neurotoxic poison.

It’s not a bad way to go.”


Chapter 10


Last night

watched the crows

crossing our yard



A Reversed Man

On a Frankenstein night

in 1938, Dr. Biocal wired a cat

to rows of lights and switches

and pulled the lever.

A lightning bolt hit,

lit the steep city rooftops.

The world’s first reversed cat

snapped free of the tangled

burning wires and jumped out

the window. Dr. Biocal stood

on the fire escape landing,

held onto the metal railing,

searching the dark.

Below him, the sidewalk rattled

with a big oak leaf. The streetlamp

gave it a black cat-sized shadow.

Days passed, he never saw it again.

A week later, he tried the experiment

on himself. Maybe he’s out there now,

A Reversed Man, walking the streets,

the wrong side of the road

looks right to him.



Coyote Alarm Clock


At 4:30 AM

a coyote wakes me

carrying a box

full of lightbulbs

barefoot across

burning coals



Instant Coffee


A jar

filled with

a shadow


Chapter 14


Mornings

the whole town

flying in a white cloud


No wonder

we feel this way


Bellingham Bay, Saturday


I can only say it’s beginning to read

like a horror movie script.

Saturday afternoon on a dock

in Bellingham Bay, a cold blue sky.

A dying stickleback is flipping over

in a pool of gasoline. It looks like

it’s got a motor in it, taking it

to the next drop of spilled oil.

We don’t stay long. I didn’t expect

so much pollution. We’re all just

riding out the storm. Even my son

tells me, when he falls on the lawn,

“I’m having a bad day.” That’s no lie.

I just wonder, are we in the middle,

or is the movie almost over?



The Floating Leaf


Sometimes

walking in the woods

you will see one

suspended in the air

it doesn’t need a tree


6 Year Old Photographer


“That would have been

a perfect picture

if she was in it.”


The Great Speckled Bird


I was waiting for the bus

watching the sky, morning blue

and pink, with a yellow speckled cloud.



40 Watts of Apple


Unscrewed

from the branch

it’s just right


carried back

to the house

a reading light


(p.s In case you were worried, Sunny the cat reappeared)

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

The Mermaid Translation














































"this is one of those wonder
books of old...a magic fable.
A novel in poetry."
-Larry Smith

New novel available from:
Bird Dog Publishing
& amazon.com






Sunday, September 26, 2010

Bathysphere Battle

For a glimpse into the soon-to-be-published
Novel #30, let's tune in to a series of recent
dispatches:

"I think part of the problem is I'm reading
this crazed book before going to sleep.
The World Beneath the Sea, 1953, by
Otis Barton. He's a complete maniac,
a 1930's era naturalist who uses dynamite
to blow up fish, blasts shrikes in caves
with a shotgun, tries to get a sawfish and
a mako shark to fight on camera, rips
the beak off a giant squid, etc. etc.
He's a horror show. But I can't put
the book down!"

J. Genius warned:
"Yuck. That is harrowing stuff. You've got
to be careful, it lodges in your innermost
crevices and remains a lifetime. PUT IT
DOWN! BURN IT! Seriously though,
you got to be careful what you feed your
mind/soul. Ripping the beak off a giant
squid is something I would never have
considered."

Yet, after a day passed,
J. Genius wrote back:
"I've got to know what Otis Barton
is up to now?? What horrific delicasies
did he serve up last night?"


I responded:
"I ditched him. I'll let you know a little
more though. See, I wrote this novel
where a fellow lives in a bathysphere,
so I had to do some research on
bathyspheres. Which led me to
William Beebe who made the famous
half-mile deep dive record and wrote
a couple good books about his
adventures.



Meanwhile...well...there's Otis Barton...
lurking in Beebe's shadow. Otis invented
the bathysphere and presented it to
Beebe. Beebe took him along for several
drops in it. (Though Beebe claims that
Barton would get hysterical and moody.)
Sure enough, the two clashed.








Actually, in a funny passage from
his book, Otis describes how he and
his Irish mechanic were working on
the bathysphere in the early morning,
covered in oil, cursing, and Beebe
arrives on motorboat, wearing a
white suit, with several young students
from Dartmouth in tow. Oh, it's a great
scene! So Otis carried a grudge, you
can tell. But man! That book of Otis'
is alternately fascinating and horrifying.
He was a complete maniac animal
killer. But his book also has great
moments like the Peruvian army
trying to steal a village's golden
Inca idol, but the villagers slip off
into the jungles with it, but not
before the soldiers notice a huge
furred two-fingered hand reaching
above the tree level and plucking
down a bundle of bananas.
Otis Barton was convinced
the villagers were also hiding
a presumed extinct Ice Age-era
giant sloth said to be 50 feet tall!
But I think Otis was getting
under my skin a bit, thrashing
into my dreams with a machete,
so I returned his book yesterday,
unfinished. Like you said, you
have to be careful with stuff like
that."

J. Genius returned:
"Holy Toledo! That sounds like an
incredible novel. I cannot wait to read
it! The tales of Barton and Beebe are
the very stuff of those great adventures,
pre 1950's or so, which shall never
again come to pass (at least not in
our lifetimes)."

Reply:
"Well, I've been thinking. I may have
to get Otis Barton's book again. I know
it's like going back around the corner
of the garage to check on wasp nest
after you chucked a rock at it, but I
can't shake it. I've been reading this
other book called Descent that came
out in 2005 and it goes into a lot of
detail on the Beebe/Barton feud.
(I guess it's the Donahue in me that
finds it so fascinating.) It just got
better though: After Beebe's book
Half Mile Down became an instant
best seller, Barton felt left out of the
limelight and patched together a
movie called Titans of the Deep.
He put Beebe's name on the poster,
along with his own and filled the film
with stock footage of shark attacks,
animal battles, and a lady skindiver.
Beebe saw it at a New York city
matinee and was horrified,
immediately notifying the New
York Times and Science magazine
that he had nothing to do with
the torrid film. Oh, it's a most
fascinating slice of time, it's a
tidepool drama I'm up to my
neck in."

J. Genius concluded:
"'...I guess it's the Donahue in me...'
Well then, mon frer, that makes TWO
of us. Because I find your accounts of
these fellows simply rivetting! If you can
get these guys into your new novel it
will be a New York Times Bestseller."
News clipping glued into cover of
Otis Barton's library book.
Well, Barton and Beebe aren't in my
new book, but the bathysphere certainly
is. As for bestseller, I guess I can only
hope.



Friday, September 24, 2010

Velocipede


The History Channel called today. A woman is
researching for a television show on velocipedes
and she found out through the internet colossus
that I wrote a book called Velocipede.
Unfortunately, I had to let her know it was
a novel. She laughed, we hung up. Almost
my big break. A swimming pool and platinum
Hollywood pearls seep through my hands.
Afterwards, I wished I could have sent her
a copy. Written and self-published in 2002,
Velocipede takes place on the border of Aztlan.
It's a 3 part storyline featuring:
1) A factory worker who makes velocipedes.
2) A wrestler named Clover and his manager.
3) A U.S government agent, who runs out of
gas in the desert, "with his long cape of stars,
red sleeves rolled up to his elbows and blue
legs standing amid the cactus."