Aline Faben

From the roof comes boyish laughter! How cool to be there in the blue with an elevated view, a solid job and good pay after. I see them resting on the peak. Thickish middles show their age. Their shapes against the page of sky show strength in their physiques. With balance there is levity. They […]

No longer willowy, taut and bronzed, perhaps faintly recalling their golden youth, they are pale fleshed; their yellowed skin contrasts with the scintillant, deep green river. They are round, dimpled at the shoulders, their arms are soft, bellies contentedly filled out, thighs widened by sitting and work. They sought this broad and shadowy pool. Broad-leafed […]

Dedicated to my friend Tony Humbugs Westkamper and his lovely wife Hadassah The aging entomologist won his fair lady             not with blandishments of  youth –                         dancing,                                     archery,                                                 bumpers of beer,                                                             dark-side adventures ,                                                                         or concerted rock, but strolling in fog-shrouded woods,             under firs,                         slow musing in dripping shadows                                     near the slipping down of purling waters, wooed […]

Mechanical music, the sound of a ghost radio station broadcast by a specter ship sailing the radio waves, no soul aboard, ghost boat steered by ghost engineers. Opposite of pirate radio. The program stumps along on untied Frankenstein boots. No announcements in the holes between the stories, only machine music played for Longer than it […]

Didn’t we see the shallow, mud-bottomed bay simmering, tendrils of fog lifting like egret feathers, the wide flat water shimmering under a silver sun? Did I just miss the lordly egret skimming the marsh trees, pacing his double swimming below the dark water? What else have we missed, driving the freeway yards from the still […]