Lazy
monkey crossing
try washing your hair and
combing out that marmoset tail
you clown.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Diamond Head Trail-Cinquain
Proceed
into tunnel
Don’t forget your flashlights
grasp right side railing gradual
incline.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
I Have Enough
Five
should be
six, seven
eight, nine, ten- more
eleven, twelve-eh
thirteen, fourteen-gulping
umm-fifteen, ahh- sixteen- then
seventeen, eighteen and let’s see
Yes- here’s Nineteen, and TWENTY DOLLARS
GOOD ----- I have enough for today’s Workshop.
should be
six, seven
eight, nine, ten- more
eleven, twelve-eh
thirteen, fourteen-gulping
umm-fifteen, ahh- sixteen- then
seventeen, eighteen and let’s see
Yes- here’s Nineteen, and TWENTY DOLLARS
GOOD ----- I have enough for today’s Workshop.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Hawaii Five O- APB, Cherita
We gonna issue one APB, so try listen up.
Missing muses seen heading towards
Kailua Beach Park. Da kine names be Moose and Mercedes.
We got one tip dat dey
stay betting on da white horses.
Approach wit one shaka brah.
Missing muses seen heading towards
Kailua Beach Park. Da kine names be Moose and Mercedes.
We got one tip dat dey
stay betting on da white horses.
Approach wit one shaka brah.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Dysfunctional
Funny how family can be so different
He-- solitary
monarch brooding on yesterdays news.
She--a painted lady asleep in her cocoon- her delicate wings surviving
his brutal blast
dreaming in her closed off space.
Waiting for first light, for the siren blast warning of impending disaster
The full report unclear
He sets a plan in motion
doomed from the get go.
Their offspring--forever upsetting the cart
in the thick of things
testing
the emotional bonds.
Vexed by the uncertain nature
of the day
locked
somewhere between insanity and reason.
He-- solitary
monarch brooding on yesterdays news.
She--a painted lady asleep in her cocoon- her delicate wings surviving
his brutal blast
dreaming in her closed off space.
Waiting for first light, for the siren blast warning of impending disaster
The full report unclear
He sets a plan in motion
doomed from the get go.
Their offspring--forever upsetting the cart
in the thick of things
testing
the emotional bonds.
Vexed by the uncertain nature
of the day
locked
somewhere between insanity and reason.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Transformation
Almost
nine months
along
and
no belly bump
no thumping from within
no indigestion
from weird concoctions
scarfed at midnight
Just
smiling
exposing some
new
teeth
sharpened
and
glistening
in the moonlight
howling
back at the wind.
Zeus, my brave dog
watching me,
taking it all in
waiting--
for
my
transformation.
Ahooooooooooo!
nine months
along
and
no belly bump
no thumping from within
no indigestion
from weird concoctions
scarfed at midnight
Just
smiling
exposing some
new
teeth
sharpened
and
glistening
in the moonlight
howling
back at the wind.
Zeus, my brave dog
watching me,
taking it all in
waiting--
for
my
transformation.
Ahooooooooooo!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Winter's Final Breath-Naani
Solitary brooding wolf
howling his icy breath
still visible
on the horizon.
howling his icy breath
still visible
on the horizon.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Hemorrhoid Hilda
I'm dedicating this to my Doctor--Susan thanks for the inspiration****
She is not cancerous
just a
pain in the ass.
A stuffed vein
screaming for
an extra glass of water
that should
cut out the
ice cream
and red meat--
red wine
cut back on
the
brie--
groan,
chocolate.
Add more leafy green
assorted bits of orange
and yellow
to her day.
Allowing
her
to cool down
have fewer flare-ups.
Soothed
by another
woman
named hazel
who
comes
highly
recommended.
She is not cancerous
just a
pain in the ass.
A stuffed vein
screaming for
an extra glass of water
that should
cut out the
ice cream
and red meat--
red wine
cut back on
the
brie--
groan,
chocolate.
Add more leafy green
assorted bits of orange
and yellow
to her day.
Allowing
her
to cool down
have fewer flare-ups.
Soothed
by another
woman
named hazel
who
comes
highly
recommended.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Weather Forecast
Stubborn
slant
across
wide
forehead
interests
curious
bystanders.
forecast
predicts
intermittent
periods
of
rain
and
shine.
Clearing
to be
followed
by a
some
growth
spurts
and a
couple
phases
of
hormonal
flux
gradually
descending
into
tolerable
and
intolerable
bouts
of
suffering
eventually
coming
full
circle
learning
then
forgetting
about
weather.
slant
across
wide
forehead
interests
curious
bystanders.
forecast
predicts
intermittent
periods
of
rain
and
shine.
Clearing
to be
followed
by a
some
growth
spurts
and a
couple
phases
of
hormonal
flux
gradually
descending
into
tolerable
and
intolerable
bouts
of
suffering
eventually
coming
full
circle
learning
then
forgetting
about
weather.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
I Came to Hear
I came to hear -- the last train whistle leaving Berlin,
escaping to the West-- the only sane noise
left in a young girls ears, blocking out the bombs,
wiping them clean from her memory.
I came to hear-- the growl of empty
stomachs churning from too many days
of gobbling raw potatoes stolen from the farmer’s field.
Bald headed mothers and children—classified undernourished C.
I came to see --the hopeful stare of a mother with five children
who vainly searched for her husband--
drafted and missing.
I came to smell the horror-- of a child
exhumed a month after he died, wrapped in nothing but a blanket,
reburied by his brothers-- tormented with lit cigarettes and cold steel.
I came to learn-- the truth of a young couple and their infant daughter
who immigrated to a new country
glistening with opportunity,
unschooled in the language,
having only their youth and wellbeing.
I came to know-- a young girl
who helped her parents learn the slang and the dialect,
who lived in the railroad apartment on the second floor,
of an old brownstone in Manhattan, where she learned to hate vegetables
and climb fire escapes.
The one with the crooked bangs
and the stubborn smile
who waited and held on tight,
and never forgot
what her Mother told her
about the horror
of war
evil men,
and shame.
A story passed down
piecing together fractured lives,
seizing-- stolen moments,
storing up-- the laughter
and the tears.
I came to hear.
escaping to the West-- the only sane noise
left in a young girls ears, blocking out the bombs,
wiping them clean from her memory.
I came to hear-- the growl of empty
stomachs churning from too many days
of gobbling raw potatoes stolen from the farmer’s field.
Bald headed mothers and children—classified undernourished C.
I came to see --the hopeful stare of a mother with five children
who vainly searched for her husband--
drafted and missing.
I came to smell the horror-- of a child
exhumed a month after he died, wrapped in nothing but a blanket,
reburied by his brothers-- tormented with lit cigarettes and cold steel.
I came to learn-- the truth of a young couple and their infant daughter
who immigrated to a new country
glistening with opportunity,
unschooled in the language,
having only their youth and wellbeing.
I came to know-- a young girl
who helped her parents learn the slang and the dialect,
who lived in the railroad apartment on the second floor,
of an old brownstone in Manhattan, where she learned to hate vegetables
and climb fire escapes.
The one with the crooked bangs
and the stubborn smile
who waited and held on tight,
and never forgot
what her Mother told her
about the horror
of war
evil men,
and shame.
A story passed down
piecing together fractured lives,
seizing-- stolen moments,
storing up-- the laughter
and the tears.
I came to hear.
Monday, February 22, 2010
In Training
At twelve
my biggest problem
was negotiating
a weekly allowance.
I earned money
babysitting
and dusting
furniture
for
fifty cents an hour
but that didn’t cut it
especially
when it came time
to get my first
training bra.
Next to getting my
“friend”
the thing that terrorized
me most
was beefy Braun’s gym class.
Man, even her breasts
had muscles.
She wore a
sports bra
under her man uniform
would often
steal a peak
from the showers.
Watching us change
into that ugly one piece
blue uniform
that was always riding
up my butt,
exposing my red pimply
goose bump legs.
Meanwhile cruel young eyes
would whisper
point and chuckle.
Look-she still wears an undershirt
hiss, hiss, meow!
So I begged the old man to have a heart
I was the oldest
had to train them
on how to raise a girl
Didn’t know how they did it
in the old country
didn’t care.
Spring came early the year
I got initiated
into the big girls club.
A club
that I dropped
in High School
diverted by
other things
until they
discovered that
I was short
on my Gym credits.
Of course
by then
I was
out of training.
my biggest problem
was negotiating
a weekly allowance.
I earned money
babysitting
and dusting
furniture
for
fifty cents an hour
but that didn’t cut it
especially
when it came time
to get my first
training bra.
Next to getting my
“friend”
the thing that terrorized
me most
was beefy Braun’s gym class.
Man, even her breasts
had muscles.
She wore a
sports bra
under her man uniform
would often
steal a peak
from the showers.
Watching us change
into that ugly one piece
blue uniform
that was always riding
up my butt,
exposing my red pimply
goose bump legs.
Meanwhile cruel young eyes
would whisper
point and chuckle.
Look-she still wears an undershirt
hiss, hiss, meow!
So I begged the old man to have a heart
I was the oldest
had to train them
on how to raise a girl
Didn’t know how they did it
in the old country
didn’t care.
Spring came early the year
I got initiated
into the big girls club.
A club
that I dropped
in High School
diverted by
other things
until they
discovered that
I was short
on my Gym credits.
Of course
by then
I was
out of training.
Revelation
The best place
to hide
is in the open
just below the nose.
Saying out loud
what others
wouldn’t,
couldn’t.
The best secret
stares you down
dares you
to ask
is it true
or just my imagination?
It must be a coincidence
you couldn’t possibly be
telling me,
could you?
to hide
is in the open
just below the nose.
Saying out loud
what others
wouldn’t,
couldn’t.
The best secret
stares you down
dares you
to ask
is it true
or just my imagination?
It must be a coincidence
you couldn’t possibly be
telling me,
could you?
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Celtic Wedding
inspired by
Pieter Bruegel’s painting “Wedding Dance in the Open Air”
http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/b/bruegel/pieter_e/10/index.html
Red ribbons flash, strut
in a green triangle to
an undulating
Celtic pulse. A bawdy shade
plucked out of this human chain.
Pieter Bruegel’s painting “Wedding Dance in the Open Air”
http://www.wga.hu/frames-e.html?/html/b/bruegel/pieter_e/10/index.html
Red ribbons flash, strut
in a green triangle to
an undulating
Celtic pulse. A bawdy shade
plucked out of this human chain.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Book Recipe
I've spent half of my life traveling the globe
the other half looking for my reading glasses
remarkable when creating a new recipe.
Directions are as follows:
Preheat in a humid eighty degree oven.
Grease and flour pens.
In a large saucepan melt
½ cup of sentiment
Remove from heat and add 1 cup sugar.
Substitute eggs with thirty
individual portraits and
one hundred three photos
and add one teaspoon of vanilla.
Beat in
1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder,
1/2 cup flour, replace salt with
1/2 cup Watercolor Art depicting local flora and fauna
4 cups pithy verse and provocative prose
and add 1/4 teaspoon of baking powder.
Spread evenly into a prepared pan.
Bake in oven for nine months.
Do not overcook.
To serve:
Sprinkle with passion
Charm with dramatic flair
And toast with a wee dram of Scotch.
the other half looking for my reading glasses
remarkable when creating a new recipe.
Directions are as follows:
Preheat in a humid eighty degree oven.
Grease and flour pens.
In a large saucepan melt
½ cup of sentiment
Remove from heat and add 1 cup sugar.
Substitute eggs with thirty
individual portraits and
one hundred three photos
and add one teaspoon of vanilla.
Beat in
1/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder,
1/2 cup flour, replace salt with
1/2 cup Watercolor Art depicting local flora and fauna
4 cups pithy verse and provocative prose
and add 1/4 teaspoon of baking powder.
Spread evenly into a prepared pan.
Bake in oven for nine months.
Do not overcook.
To serve:
Sprinkle with passion
Charm with dramatic flair
And toast with a wee dram of Scotch.
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