Little 1 – Heartbeats Mix


2015 March 15: added Milena’s sonogram of Kinich’s heartbeat in her womb, and little Sophia greeting me at the end. Also, added a gentle, subtle beat (kick, snare, two rides). And finally got around to transcribing the monologue, which was inspired by hearing the thrush of little Kinich’s developing heartbeat, and upon which the whole […]

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Tree-House


This is our tree-house. It asks nothing of us. When i first saw her i was enchanted. My heart sang that night– there was communion, there was community. As we grew closer, her depth drew me in, both strange and beautiful, i fell. At first the fear was too strong, the mystery too dark, the […]

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Choragus


Choragus sits lotus-legged with her recorder; history improvises. Dirty dishes pile high, monuments to the appetite; laundry flirts. house-fly & cockroach enthralled actively audience; worker-ants pause. Screaming neighbors counterpoint her breathy melodies; carhorns punctuate. Dust-motes dance atop her varying columns of air; she, the Choreographer.

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Africa on the Web; yugen update


Mon 9 Sept, 1996 Here’s an update on the “where’s AFRICA on the so-called ‘WorldWide Web’” rant of 11 August!: check out the “Macs in Africa homepage;” it’s a cool site for jumping off into other African websites, as well as a MacIntosh resource. What’s to not like, huh? My shows this past weekend went pretty […]

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GeoCities: “SoHo”


Mon, 12 August, 1996 Since this IS a SoHo site, i’m supposed to deal with “bohemian arts” & such… Now, what, exactly, does “bohemian” mean? At first glance, i see some cool daddy-o hipsters all in black w/shades on, acting like they’re wicked stoned. Then they start spouting off nonsense stream-of-consciousness style, calling it poetry. […]

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oasis


midtown rush hour: gazillions of feet trample in torrid pace screaming engines idle fumes coat throats drive pedestrians harder toward some watery mirage on the horizon… amid the ado a lone man in tattered old clothes peels a melting buttercup petal off a crosswalk & smiles.

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