The Calendar Changes by Joanie Fritz Zosike

Posted at 9:20pm, New York City.  I don’t want to say goodbye to 2012, even though 2012 wasn’t that kind to me. I lost friends in 2012. Revered mentors and comrades such as George Birimisa. Cherished friends and colleagues like steven ben israel. Friends without whom I thought I could never live in this world, … Continue reading →

A Fair Ex-Change Is No Reward by Joanie Fritz Zosike

SEE NOW, DAMN! It’s past 11:55pm and this entry has now posted on December 31, 2012 instead of  the 30th, the date under which I’d hoped it’d be listed. Well, oops! Late again. That’s because of the Jack Daniels, I suppose, a return to a nasty tasty old habit of the 80s. That and the candlelight … Continue reading →

On the Horizon, Time Change by Joanie Fritz Zosike

Rene Magritte, Not To Be Reproduced “Stay up as long as you want to,” Dad says, as if I need permission at this stage of the game, at this point in my life, at this time of night. The nurse practitioner came, she made suggestions, she was very nice and was totally charmed by my … Continue reading →

Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) by Joanie Fritz Zosike

Said David Bowie. And he had it right. “Turn and face the strain.” What am I to say. I guess I cannot stay. Back to Californ-eye-aye. Facing the fading fast. The fulsome New York scene. Maybe on Hollywood Boulevard you could see a grand dame like the one below. But I won’t be getting anywhere … Continue reading →

Don’t Go Changin’ by Joanie Fritz Zosike

“Daddy, Daddy,” says the 63-year-old woman not without emotion. Daddy. Hospitalized on Christmas morning, released today, December 28. Three days of utter confusion and discomfort for him. Three days of uncertainty for the family. Now released for palliative home care. We are entering another phase. “Daddy, Daddy,” I whisper into his ear from 3100 miles … Continue reading →

#36 Nicola Easthope. Change of pace.

The oystercatcher drills and drills at the shell like a tarry road builder;   at it and at it on a diagonal, pneumatic succulence, cut and fill. The red light   bill arrests traffic. The crab-orange eye ring a railway bell, the air   crossed with clang clang. I should have obeyed   the rules … Continue reading →

Don’t Change the Subject by Joanie Fritz Zosike

TODAY is Christmas, and although I am not a Christian, I say unto you, Peace On Earth, Goodwill Toward All. Here on Earth, times are hard. I’m told by my computer that the next update of OSX is now available. In other words, my computer is telling me what to do. But after all these … Continue reading →

#35 Nicola Easthope. Generations of night.

A sip a filmstrip of the day accumulated days fret let go fret blame & lotto a poem quick gratefulness three-hour nothingness. Lara Wachowski is my raspberry meringue grandmother in blossomed velour dreaming me questions of acceptance. My girl the one sleeping inside me is girl girl is sore girl is tired girl is safe … Continue reading →

How to Change the Mayan Calendar by Joanie Fritz

It’s almost that anticipated date, the Winter Solstice. All day today I’ve been struggling with technology and bureaucracy and lousy manufacturing standards and crappy transit service after unspeakably unfair fare hikes just approved yesterday. And then there was rehearsal of A Christmas Carol, everyone’s carol, as our workshop presentation presents itself. Everyone’s Carol, exploring the … Continue reading →

Das Haus der Landschaft

Dem Drachenkopf ´ne rote Krone Dem Kinn die Reben, im Spalier Dem Siegfried seine Mythen Mir selbst die Neuen, zur Gegenwehr       aus rhöndorf, in die zeit gefallen, i und e lastig, katholischer clown: protestant t.m.       Continue reading →