You Were a Writer, Linda
Poem When you read the poem on NPR, I knew it was a poem from the very first line. Because I have heard this familiar cadence before, and it affects … Continue reading You Were a Writer, Linda
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Poem When you read the poem on NPR, I knew it was a poem from the very first line. Because I have heard this familiar cadence before, and it affects … Continue reading You Were a Writer, Linda
A poem interrupted by grumpy apparatchik Beanpole, sunshine, gimbals Shift some values, trembles the ground, Eyes in skies, eyes in fries, Isengard’s pals you assemble for your plans, quarterflash, you … Continue reading The Gapes of Math
Poem On my hotspot, aye, my phone ain’t even working, for six months, it seems, and these oranges show up, bland emojis missing out.
Calligraphy stirs the embers of the parade, a brass impasto
Sunflowers risen and generous, Bravery from the light eventually liberating torrents of black seeds. Snoring and raining forgetfulness, gentle showers of receipts fill my ears, the tap with scouts. The … Continue reading “Draw Arrows on Those Mornings”, a poem
There was a liar AJ, Who found out what turned frogs gay. Twas Sandy Hook scripts, And butt-dialing tricks. Jan 6 karma is in play.
Seriously thinking about writing a poem about noobs. When you get to yon crossroads, beware. I turned back, watchman, aye, so sprung from whence and hence remain, away in discomfiture. … Continue reading Poem – Thank You, Doctors
Poem I had my plimsolls on, rolly polly. Blocks turned and lanes slid and wobbled underneath. I had a note, a block to reach, a reason, no socks. I smell … Continue reading Hot Danish
Rusty amusements creak under blue sky, empty. Tumbles dry popcorn. Very stretch. ‘2 Legit 2 Quit’ becomes TU urkey LEG IT QU-UIT the team, the Vietnamese roughly translate Your Daily … Continue reading Haiku – Turkey leg it khuyet tat chim
Haiku glide upon water while the oar dips, rises, and scatters tiny bells
Out of a clear blue Empty weirdness came bold doves No bigger than flies
There is a liar’s block in my head as wide as you are deep in it, lucky five time fathom diver with the chief mimicked. A kickstand in Wikistan propping … Continue reading Poem, “Schmaltzy Yodel”