Category Archives: Curbside Consults

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.

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

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

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

A Statue is Born

I see A Star is Born (http://www.astarisbornmovie.com) and read reviews. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/03/movies/a-star-is-born-review-lady-gaga-bradley-cooper.html There are analogies to Pygmalion, Ovid’s tale of the sculptor’s dream of a woman, his ivory creation coming to life.http://hompi.sogang.ac.kr/anthony/Classics/OvidPygmalion.htm Do we sculpt a dream or are they whimsical, random events? Our brain’s way of making sense of an insane world? We dream. We die.… Continue Reading

An Imperfect Aphrodite

You are tired, my goddess Worn and eroded by goodness Blemishes only enhance your beauty   We weather together Though life erodes Love deepens   Now you have forgotten me Your empty orbits chiseled Limestone eroded by a sea foam of tears Your memories pulverized in smoking fissures Luminous through vacant spaces   We weather… Continue Reading

Beware of Gifts From Your New Doctor

An acquaintance of mine recently found a new primary care physician accepting his insurance. He chose the name randomly from the health plan list. The doctor’s office, he explained was next door to a kind of Mom and Pop jewelry shop. Both the jewelry shop and the doctor’s office were victimized by frequent thefts, so… Continue Reading

I Followed Her

    I’m new to these parts so when I first see her along the lake, I keep my distance. Time takes on new meaning the moment you feel life change. After a few more bends, past the fragrance of algal pools and submerged beechwood, I make my approach. I’m gradual and polite, respectful of… Continue Reading