Abstraction from Zona G

In nuclei of your target cells, I saw the aldosterone man. He nodded slowly and then they blindfolded me and brought me into his lab, made me sign a consent form holding a pen in my teeth, made me wait until the transcriptional activity began.

There were translocations and I was sandwiched between the lanes of RNA molecules, sucked into his world, he kept calling his “nuclear envelope,” and I was trafficked inside their cytoplasm with all the other poor nuclei, lost in that envelope. They tried to transport me using structure-function analysis at the subcellular level, trying to keep me quiescent and saturated, stimulated in my cell, removed me for treatments with with atomic-force microscopy, culturing my cells, injecting them with currents. They took photos of me pretending to stick radioactive hearts where my kidneys should be then exposing me to high levels of the aldosterone man’s aldosterone and testosterone and other sterones too numerous to count, until the pores on my surface had outer diameters of 330 +/- 19 nm (n = 1250, P < 0.01) And they brought me back to my cage and told me to wait until the final paper was published.

Many Years Later

Many years ago, at the water’s edge, I played this game with my son. Between waves, we built an ancient land. I showed my boy the people in a town on their way to schools and shops and ancient temples. We saw the fields, where they farmed and raised their animals. We watched them study… Continue Reading

Man Over Moondust

The spice and the dust Flavors my insides Silicates and curries. Footprints on the brink of my heart, memories of craters and a Smiling man on a moon over the Catskills in July, 1969, lost time with my parents and my sister and my childhood dog, in a bungalow, watching man on the moon. Too… Continue Reading

Memorial Fence

I attempt to cross the George Washington Bridge by bike with a friend on a clear Memorial Day. We get separated along the way and I find myself off of a highway near the bridge carrying my bike up stairs littered with glass and shards of clothing. It’s an outdoor den for drug addicts and… Continue Reading

Remembering Terrific Tom

I was only a boy in ’69 but I idolized every moment. Terrific Tom was everything to me on the mound. The slow walk out to the mound, silted sand, fine like lunar dust with cleat marks and the hole behind the rubber, the white pinstripe uniform and royal blue sleeves extending from his broad… Continue Reading

My Fool

What is a fool if not a spindle of spool fueled with my tools, gummy, the gristle still green as if the high road, leapt into my sole mate   or whatever might have been good enough to sustain the switch onto the right track that spindle on the plantar surface of my appendage On… Continue Reading

Thoughts Prior to Dreams

I dream in blue I see proteins and flesh and bodies. I see crazy things. People running and shooting and radiating and I’m reminded of my Crayola confessions. Why would someone kill another over a crayon? Primo Levy had his elements. I tried that. I wrote about elements. I write about crayons. I have these… Continue Reading

I Remember Them

For me they arrived with bubble gum. To others they were the world. Heroes retain their value. Heroes I flipped them. Flipped them, admiring colors and uniforms, the stiffness of the card Sharp corners Men lost with talent, passionate men lost young Sometimes I lost my cards and I cried eventually replaced them with others… Continue Reading

On My Pediatrician

From the Writer’s Journal 5/16/83 I dream of my pediatrician, Dr. King. He sees me ten years after he has last given me a checkup. I am an adult, but Dr. King still cares about my health. He cares about my health because he has watched me grow.  He has seen me from just past… Continue Reading

Where is Yo Rupture?

Pressure down there. Inside wants out. Bulges eventually break through. It was Andy told me about this one. Saw man with an aneurysm die waiting in a parked car. He saw it happening up close I from afar and now, we see you with bulging membranes and ballooning arteries snaking from one year into the… Continue Reading