Now Available: No, Mr. Bond, I Expect Your Dreams to Die

My book No, Mr. Bond, I Expect Your Dreams To Die is now available.

Thirty-six personal essays, stories, tone poems, and other short pieces.

Conveniently packaged in both paperback and ebook editions.

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Want To Do Damage That You Can Undo

I've Got to Wait Here For Your Moon to Turn Blue

The chase is what matters, she said.

The phrasing of questions, the gathering of charms.

The feeling that something is on the way.

The haunting and sounding out.

I don't understand, I told her.

And her hips swayed. And she danced to the sounds that only she could hear.

And I listened. And it took a long time.

But eventually the sounds came through.

To Sleep Perchance to Bryan Adams

There's Times I'd Been Mistaken

In the dream, I was at an airport.

I'd gotten off a plane.

Someone came up to me. And said "We've got to hurry, Mr. Adams."

I said he had the wrong guy.

He didn't listen.

And then I was in a limo.

And being helped into a suit.

And I was handed a guitar.

And pushed onto stage.

Where the band started playing. That big hit song.

And the crowd cheered as I walked up to the microphone. A roadie handed me a cord and I plugged in the guitar.

And...

Because it was a dream...

I didn't worry that I couldn't play guitar.

I didn't worry that I hadn't picked up my bags at the airport.

I didn't worry that the real guy would show up.

All I could think of was that I hoped the pool was really empty and that I couldn't remember all the words to this song:

It Must Be Summer

'Cause the Days Are Long...

Her.

At a party.

Wearing Cut-offs.

Hair in a ponytale.


She.

Singing Too Loudly.

Drinking Too Quickly.

Dancing with me.


Pool.

Out in the backyard.

Down by the rail lines.

Lit up by sparklers.

My Presidential To-Do List

A Singing Telegram From You In Tibet

Sure, there are many pressing problems facing this country.

But if I were President, one of the things I'd do in my first 100 days would be to declare a National Day of Celebration for Don Dixon and Marti Jones.

So... This Exists

And lives at the corner of Horrible and Awesome



And it's a two-CD set (released with little fanfare in 2011).




Tremble in fear, my friends, tremble in fear.

Compare and Contrast (And Then Some)

Lather.



Rinse.



Repeat.