Thursday, March 24, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Poem: We Plant Seeds
Click on the link above to see my poem published in March's Chronogram.
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Saturday, January 30, 2016
At A Recent Poetry Reading, Where I Attempt The Vulcan Mind Meld With The Dead Poet, Czeslaw Milosz
Feed it a few gluten-free animal crackers.
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
Friday, December 18, 2015
Friday, December 11, 2015
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Poem: Fine Wine
Fine Wine
Wine
should be
savored like
a grand epic
filtered throughout with
barely audible hints
of blackberry and currant,
joined among swirls of licorice.
A dressed-up ballroom duo, noshing
creamy avocado wedges a-
top crispy crackers heaped with slices of
sharp orange cheddar from Wisconsin.
Accompanied by a sweet, good
looking Filipino man
that croons steamy songs
to pale, earthy girls
beneath moon’s blush
nightly, on
a cruise
ship.
A poem that starts with one syllable per line, increases to ten syllables, and then decreases back down to one is called a Double Etheree (or sometimes a stacked or diamond Etheree).
The Etheree form was created by Arkansas poet Taylor Armstrong in the late 1970s.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Giving Thanks
Tom turkey stuffed, trussed and baked
to tender perfection, it's crackly skin oozing juice.
Celery and cubed bread stuffing, Baked, fried, and mashed potatoes
Seasoned gravy made from pan drippings.
Crunchy French-fried onions layered over green beans.
Marshmallow streaked yams.
Chilled cranberry sauce.
Pumpkin and Apple Pie,
Sparkling cider, freshly roasted coffee.
Orange spice tea.
So eat like there’s no tomorrow, and then
put the fork down and chew on some TUMS.
Chew on this.
Thanksgiving is a time to remember those less lucky
to pardon the unpardonable,
to set aside differences.
Thanksgiving is a day to
appreciate what you have, where you live.
And don't forget to clean your plates
People are starving.
People are dying in wars
People have given their LIVES
so that we can eat turkey, put up lights and shop at the Mall.
So enjoy your Thanksgiving
hug your family, friends, the pet and be kind.
Because we have much still to be thankful for.
I know I will.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Friday, November 6, 2015
Friday, October 30, 2015
Grimm Expectations
and peeled back my crying skin
ready for death’s inspection
prepared to barter.
Take me instead.
I stroked death's supernatural chin
my screams
locked in the dead zone.
Death's white corpse
hovered before me
swilling foul fluids
noting my soft edges
hinting at frogs
and Biology.
I shrank
as death peeled back my lover
sliced by hot steel
selected without warning
on a haunted road
black as pitch
black as a bottomless pit
my love dead
by the splash.
I slept through my dark daze
a zombie
clasping
death's calling card
a calling card that read
Superboy is dead
long live Lex Luthor
Your life,
your journey begins here.
The card was signed
by a Mr. Grimm.
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Hawaiian Time
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