April 14-15-16 part 3

  April 14-15-16 part 3 Muffins and earl grey at Beth’s Special Teas. Cape Cod sunny Sunday wind pure fresh walk the little strip East Sandwich shops, still missing the Herb Shop but our gratitude is high for the tea Shop haven from all manner of Dunkin Dodo swill. Hot chocolate for the child. What [...]

April 14-15 Part 2

April 14-15 Part 2 Today he drove only to Marconi beach. P-town would have been too far. At the entrance a park warden was stopping cars. Now what? But the officer was very friendly wanted only to advise them that yes the beach was open and there was a controlled burn going on and no [...]

from sal yellow

April 14, 2012 (part one)   Marshland for breakfast, eggs flavour of cooking oil, on the side bland lumps the texture of hard cooked potatoes, cups of generously refilled brown water slightly hot. Maybe they sold the place? Been coming here since the 80′s and never so bad. Now its a real cant say it [...]

salamander yellow

    He saw a picture of you He saw a picture of you today. Still there on Abbey St. Blonde hair like straw thatched out from under the rain soaked brim of that old black hat. There was mud on your wellies, there was a crooked smile on your face as if some wonderful [...]

In The Attic

salamander yellow pad   In the attic those Batman DC comics never read, Mickey Mantle rookie cards never clothes pinned to any two wheel red bike, that’s where that baseball ’61-’62 Yankees signed never brought up to the park amazed by how far a real baseball could be hit. Grandfathers uniform uneaten by moths, cavalry [...]

There’s Something to Be said

salamander yellow pad There’s something to be said for the dark, something good desirable especially when its morning and someone’s brought the coffee to you propped up still warm on pillows of last nights dreams. Then, no matter what country country awaits or morning shines,  no switch should be turned no shade raised or curtain [...]

Dog Stories from salamander yellow pad

      Monday, April 9, 2012 DOG STORIES         Maybe the boy is six years old when his father takes him. They walk behind the houses through a maze of added on structures. They stop at one. His father opens one of the splintered doors part way and slips in. ” [...]

a mandala of dinosaurs, a message of lovers (new sal yellow)

salamander yellow pad Monday, April 2, 2012 a mandala of dinosaurs, a message of lovers   A mandala of dinosaurs. A pestilence of motorcyclists. A red sky of warnings. A coyote of marzipan. A zygote of intelligence. Crystal of elan-ists. Soda of psychopaths. Preponderance of dictators. Herald of crows. Kansas of superpowers. An eclipse of [...]

Pisto Lee (excerpt) http://salamanderyellow.blogspot.com/

salamander yellow pad http://salamanderyellow.blogspot.com/ ,Pistol Lee We’d just been saddling up the horses, like we done how many times before? Just another day, morning still stiff on our fingers we fumbled around with buckles and leathers . I wasn’t paying much mind to him, we were saying few words as the day was far too [...]

Siane. Part 3 of 3 (from basa nuvo poems by pd lyons)

PART III     Real magic has the quality of knowing. By paying attention you get to know things and when they will happen. With this knowledge you can create the illusion that you cause the inevitable to happen. Real power is when you have people convinced that they can’t get along without you. But [...]