December 27, 2020
“Poetry vs. Tech,” “The Equation on the Blackboard,” “Last Ride,” and Other Poems
Poetry vs. Tech I'm surrounded by technology--- the wonders of disinterring all four Beatles so they can play a concert in my living room or…
December 26, 2020
Truth of Time
Look into the corners of forgotten places the meek await their turn, inheritance, the horizon moves closer recognize there are battles you have…
December 22, 2020
“Marshmallow Parties,” “Jealous Rose,” “It’s Cool to Cry,” and Other Poems
Marshmallow Parties Most writers’ groups, workshops, Facebook pages “critical” discussions poetry blogs, etc. are like potluck parties where…
December 21, 2020
Morning-After Pills…and Drinks
Bill was over for the night and had decided to sleep over. His pilot was out sick and was having trouble finding a replacement. Bill was in bed with…
December 20, 2020
Sonnet About the Fallen Moon and Morning Star
Heavenly sailorling spy out the wan light-sheen of star. Baffling unearthly time: weird having just thieved by elves. One of pale mornings longs for…
December 18, 2020
“Eulophia,” “The Spring of Her Love,” and “Respect and Love”
Eulophia Life is a duel between promise and love A duel with strange rules Sometimes one opponent never enters And even if enters, winning is…
December 15, 2020
“Poormouth,” “I Hate Those People,” “My Poems Are Not My Children,” and Other Poems
Poormouth My dad always said, “Money doesn’t grow on trees!” The idea was that we were very poor but still he always had lawnmowers, weed-eaters,…
December 14, 2020
“Thick Glass,” “Twist the Blade,” “Pink Paint,” and “Good Boy, Kyu”
thick glass three weeks and the shards were still there still scattered on the tiles of the kitchen floor that was a thick glass meant for classy…
December 13, 2020
“A Certain Elegance,” “Dead Bodies Floating in the Ocean,” and “The Last Day of School”
a certain elegance the old piano your delicate fingers playing something from a few centuries ago there is a certain elegance with how you glide…
December 11, 2020
“No Names,” “Oh, This Grimy Laugh,” “I Scribbled a List of Things,” and “Love is a Killing Thing”
No Names You cannot see the dead unless you look out a window---behind you---from a mirror---where you see yourself looking out…………over your shoulder…