The geometry of Paul Molitor’s beauty, which left him no choice but baseball

Theorem:  Paul Molitor was beautiful – too beautiful to be anything but an artist.  Proof: His is the forename of a man blinded by miracles, but Paul Molitor’s glowing blue Dropa stones Have no such frailties.Parisian arrondissements are piled deep within Those … Continue reading The geometry of Paul Molitor’s beauty, which left him no choice but baseball

A brief stream of consciousness regarding a 1963 Chevy Impala with one door open parked outside the Astrodome construction site

Roxanne earned that hobble on army maneuvers she lives in a trailer on the Big Ridge Ranch which is big and a ranch but has no ridge to speak of she works as a hand there and uses the same … Continue reading A brief stream of consciousness regarding a 1963 Chevy Impala with one door open parked outside the Astrodome construction site

A consideration of Boileryard Clarke followed swiftly by a reconsideration of Boileryard Clarke

Man named Boileryard, You have risen above things, But never shall you be above Slipping into the accent of A tenement Catholic Who brawls over black bread, Who between bouts of daylight Wanders over the brick-strewn lot Where the tobacconist’s burned down, … Continue reading A consideration of Boileryard Clarke followed swiftly by a reconsideration of Boileryard Clarke

A poem about Max Scherzer’s 1926 funeral Mass in Chicago and a brief and unhelpful philosophical essay addressing why there’s such thing as a poem about the 1926 Chicago funeral Mass of Max Scherzer, who in reality is thankfully alive and well and was born in 1984

When we ponder death, we console ourselves with the knowledge that we weren’t around 40, 50, 80 years prior and were not then troubled by that prevailing oblivion. Why, then, should future oblivion bedevil us? The poet Philip Larkin, among … Continue reading A poem about Max Scherzer’s 1926 funeral Mass in Chicago and a brief and unhelpful philosophical essay addressing why there’s such thing as a poem about the 1926 Chicago funeral Mass of Max Scherzer, who in reality is thankfully alive and well and was born in 1984