Poem – ‘Split Hares’
Brought my rabbits in an old gunny sack. When I let them loose-loose, I never got them back, Jack. Every culture has a story about the light that reflects off … Continue reading Poem – ‘Split Hares’
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Haiku – Haiku
Why are there corvine Seventeen syllables in skies and haiku caws?
“Ground floor, my fallen enemies, hosiery” – Lyrics
Bad 90s indie wonder wall, keep it ranch but send it tall. Cheetoh got it, brought his own rope (rope) broke his collar dollar trope (trope) fiat burger slime the … Continue reading “Ground floor, my fallen enemies, hosiery” – Lyrics
Cover Letter Poem
I went there. It could be the worse decision anyone ever made. Dear HR Representative, I like maps. I like data. I like alligator facts that Everglade ya. I like … Continue reading Cover Letter Poem
Haiku – WTH, Daila Lame-o?
Why’d you ask that kid to “suck [your] tongue”, are you gross, or passing a key? Probably will give me nightmares. Boundaries, ya orange knucklehead. Banner image from AI Image … Continue reading Haiku – WTH, Daila Lame-o?
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
The Gapes of Math
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
Clockwork Butternut Squash – Tanka
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.
Sunset on first winter snow
Calligraphy stirs the embers of the parade, a brass impasto
“Draw Arrows on Those Mornings”, a poem
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
Limerick – AJ in the Hot Seat
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.
Fifty State Banana 