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
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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.
Poem – Thank You, Doctors
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
Hot Danish
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
Frank Uses Divination to Figure Out How to Move Some Dancing Pants
The grievances piled in Tres Mouse. Spawned for neither shoes nor for blouse, the gripes involved pants, dig, Breakfast coffee and cig, Frank fretting in Returns. Hills of zippers From … Continue reading Frank Uses Divination to Figure Out How to Move Some Dancing Pants
The Light Blue Sky – Haiku
Out of a clear blue Empty weirdness came bold doves No bigger than flies
Fifty State Banana 