When Life Gives You Lemons…

…Turn those lemons into a short story complete with a raucous reading by old friends! I wrote this piece for a competition (that I lost), but went on to place it with FIVE:2:ONE and their esteemed audio-centric site. How funny to watch a truly terrible professional experience emerge as belly-chuckles art. Lemons! Lemons, everywhere I say!

Why Can’t I be a Bureaucrat?

imagesI love a lot of things: coffee, croissants and a real newspaper in the morning; slipping between the closing doors of a departing subway train; Annie Hall. But few things top the feeling of publishing a new poem. Especially when that poem centers on bureaucracy and the work of the beloved and functionally essential automaton.

This piece seeks to capture the central question: Are you a bureaucrat? If so, how’s it going? Is the stereotype of torpor in the workplace accurate, or a wild misreading? Please update in any comments. I’ll send a suitably work-appropriate yet impossibly witty commemorative garment to any who feel open to weighing in. I need to know– you are a bureaucrat. What, then, does that mean and how does the work (I ask this in all seriousness) help you to realize the still-untrammeled dreams you continue to pursue in the liminal wake of life as it passes. Time unfolds, we are faced with the reality of diminishing returns.

So tell me. Tell me everything. For you are a bureaucrat, yes, but you are also– centrally and most importantly– you, a wildly creative and a vital voice rising up from the fertile ground of your own creative vanguard. You know what I mean. You know.

Sing to me.

Belly of the Beast

bureaucratIn December 2007, the UN convened an international conference on climate change in Bali, Indonesia. Buffets were pillaged, publications were distributed, speeches were made and then everyone went home. Talking about what the UN talks about when it talks about talking about talk that is ultimately talk about talk that could be talk about climate change. Via Tank Magazine, read more