Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Poem: We Plant Seeds
Poem: We Plant Seeds: A poem by Cornelia DeDona.
Click on the link above to see my poem published in March's Chronogram.
Click on the link above to see my poem published in March's Chronogram.
WE PLANT SEEDS
We plant seeds. We
fill needs.
We work key. We
cost see.
We fix fate. We
stay late.
We swap rage. We
slow age.
We fast scheme. We
bright dream.
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
Vying for my attention
another poet cries,
“Try not to look at me.”
as she models her black bribe.
To which I reply,
"You are a garden I dare not enter
a rusted gate
glumly rigged."
...
I must awaken my taste.
My mood is blind.
...
They come in the night
with empty buckets
to take the land
assault my knowing
with malodorous cues.
...
Idle reality
impales hope
to a tree
where
not even
the
crow
can gloat.
...
Have faith, child
The World is naive.
Feed it a few gluten-free animal crackers.
Feed it a few gluten-free animal crackers.
From Poem Hunter: Czeslaw Milosz, Polish poet, prose writer and translator of Lithuanian origin and subsequent American citizenship. His World War II-era sequence The World is a collection of 20 "naive" poems. He defected to the West in 1951, and his nonfiction book "The Captive Mind" (1953) is a classic of anti-Stalinism. From 1961 to 1998 he was a professor of Slavic Languages and Literatures at the University of California, Berkeley. In 1980, he was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
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
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Giving Thanks
Thanksgiving is
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.
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
I touched death's hand
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.
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.
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