Real Tales of True Americans of the Nation's Capital

This is a true tale of American Heroism performed today by NoN other than my friend and roomie, Andrew Bain. You see, Our landLord threw out a bunch of stuff from the basement and onto the curb. This caused the trash collectors to avoid even our legitimate garbage for over a week.

Then our Hero stepped in;

1) Assessing the situation.

2) Straightening out the piles.

3) Duct taping things together for easier pickup.

4) Calling the District trash collectors for "bulk" pickup.

5) A much neater and organized pile of trash.

Eric Gregory Powell



Francis Michael Terzano

Evaporative Life

tires of parked cars slowly turn and slowly peel away
from the curb and cold pavement street
parking places are left behind for other later folks
during colder months the night is winding down at not even 12
there are suddenly a lot of people on the sidewalk
talking walking sirens collecting cars and people by the curb
everybody has somewhere to go but me
I'm standing by the subway and today 's the day I have no job
life sometimes offers interesting opportunities
when things from out from under you disappear
before you really realize they were there
the things I thought I had are gone
from here and reform over there

Getting a Ride

come on we can go to the Raven
the door sounds like squeaky bicycle brakes
cheap beer
you you
you you
'find-the-car'
parade

Hobart Street

I went to a place that had people in the yard
people on the stoop
people in the basement and the kitchen drinking beer
there were people that i knew
and there were a lot of others too
but it really didn't matter,
maybe, did it ?
there were people that weren't there too
did that matter, maybe too
but the thing that doesn't matter is the thing you say
when you find out the keg has been drank away

Fri Nov 17

Hatnim denies marrying a girl in California
I receive another, yet, another good fortune from City Lights Take-Out
A man who enters the shop looking like Senator McCain asks
'how I'm doing'
His wife also has characteristics of John McCain
It is 7pm and I'm drinking a small coffee
listening to what my boss calls 'headbanger' music
(but it's actually more like pop rock)
when people aren't looking I evaporate

Rain in America

there is no sun and
the puddles stay day after day
and the leaves are smashed into the ground
no one will come outside to play
but my feet are having fun
w/ sidewalk worms today



Different States than Life
if life would be so kind to let me die
in one thousand years a piece of dust of me
would form a raindrop high above the ground
no ears or eyes or senses to tell me what's around
but even so i'm whistling to the ground
side by side with other shuttles
towards a splashdown ocean-puddle

Repeating Melodies

Repeating Melodies
on white piano keys
from the old house
coming apart on the corner
inside students? and
young adults? make
their ways through life
the piano stops
and footsteps walk
up the stairs and hall

Sidewalk Coffee?

I always invite people for 'sidewalk coffee.' I meet a lot of people out on the sidewalk. The past couple days a dogwalker named Bryce has been stopping by to drink some coffee on the sidewalk drive.

Captivation

lots of screens of
t.v.s at the bar
lots of screens of
t.v.s at the bar
if you need to see
some news
then you needn't
look far
lots of screens of
t.v.s at the bar

Risk

When I walked in the door last night everyone was playing Risk. Marines always played Risk on the ship. I think that's a paradox or something. Either way Risk is very boring. They could make the game more exciting with metal figures, or sharper game pieces.