Grizzled green warrior

emerges from the bush,

enters serene white hotel

under blue-on-blue sky.

Whirled HeadQuarters Elevator Pitch

Wow, man, it's weird we both wound up in the same elevator. You, the big deal god of creative writing, and me - the undiscovered genius. Are you, like, going to the top floor? What the hay, I'll ride with ya. And, wow, listen to this about my book. Unbelievable. It starts off where the young genius is riding the elevator with, like, the biggest dude in publishing, and they get into this conversation that is so completely profound, I mean, it not only jumps off the page, it changes your fucking life, you know what I mean? Anyhow, it blows the mind of the publishing dude so bad that he punches the emergency button so he can keep talking to the young genius! Cut to the chase: they take the elevator back down and get totally blissfully smashed and ultimately the book winds up with the Nobel Prize! For Literature!

Canoe Poem #2

fluid flux flummoxed

flat water found out and roiled

turned towards intuitive turmoil

tumescent turbulence tumbling over

eddy oh eddy oh eddy line o'mine

pine trees with poop on the roots

gap-toothed wonders skinnydipping

with menthol kools in clenched lips

hard chines, shoals tumblehomed

spooked trout about dusk

sounds something like this but

its got an indian name

and there's an arrow in my head

pointed upstream

drawn to aim by magnetic me

not quite the "real me"

always slightly to the light from the truth as I perceive it

by Matt Rosenberger