Archive for January, 2009
Paul was automated speech, bike riding through the park, snow falling, ready for redial, skipping stones in the pond, getting ignored again, visiting Aunt Lori after school & listening, listening, listening.
Add comment 31 January 2009
Paul was in the business of looking more busy than he really was, doodles on backs of post it notes, flash fiction on the reverse side of invoices, counting words.
Add comment 30 January 2009
Paul was told ‘time is money” & believed it when coupled with quantity not quality calling, a manager making rounds three times an hour hanging up “too long calls.”
Add comment 29 January 2009
Paul was too good at listening & when kept on a call about “a grandson your age who works in the city” time is money comes to mind.
Add comment 28 January 2009
Paul was once told never to use the sentence construction “x of y” as in “motion of diesel” or “tears of sadness.” It was just too easy.
Add comment 27 January 2009
Paul was printed on the side of a city bus | a constraint | text moving in the moaning motion of diesel accelerating, non-sequitur following a simple route.
Add comment 26 January 2009
Paul was selling but not seeing the script, encouraging conversation & steering words away from religion & politics, & placing product suggestions between false listening.
Add comment 25 January 2009
Paul was ring one, ring two & then hello & then “Can I have a moment of your time to explain the value of…”
Add comment 24 January 2009
Paul was a pause. The need to invigorate undirected words with open space. & then the dialtone again, ringing up the next caller.
Add comment 23 January 2009
Paul was skimming, or skipping, brief hops or jumps, kind of working outside the constraints of counting or always saying the same.
Add comment 22 January 2009
Paul was headset on, eyes staring straight into grey cube & computer monitor, opening line on lips, & ready for redial.
Add comment 21 January 2009
Paul was a stone thrown over pond, side armed technique to better align the rock with the water’s smooth surface.
Add comment 20 January 2009
Paul was scrolling page postings, using each new title-less entry as a stanza break, a scene change, a movement.
Add comment 19 January 2009
Paul was fiction [of this which I hope is charged more with poetry] is never on one page.
Add comment 18 January 2009
Paul was eventually pulled out of the mass, one word will right | write | Saturday, snow, a cardinal.
Add comment 17 January 2009
Paul was if you call that many people, somebody, somewhere, will in fact purchase your wares.
Add comment 16 January 2009
Paul was not the singular strong stroke | sprint | but the continuous tedious training for race.
Add comment 15 January 2009


