April is Poetry Month, poem a day, No. 24 Readying for Next The summer swing still leans like an old man with a crooked back certain that with a little adjustment he could rock and soothe a child or lover. The fence remains in ill repair planks pop with the dog’s jump the snow, or... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 23 The Poet and the Pilot a sonnet for Richard V I cannot talk myself out of loving you, no matter how hard I try, and I do. You say, between kisses and games of cribbage, “An unlikely pairing;” I think “Kismet.” You argue straight-faced with... Continue Reading →
What's In for Spring? Lone baby flower Desert’s still considering What to wear this year Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 22
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, Poem Nos 18, 19, 20, and 21 Scavenger’s Daughter Their marriage was like a scavenger’s daughter, each day the pressure greater, doubling her heartache. She was broken, her ears bled. He said he’d let up. It was just that he hated his boss, job, dog, car, kids, the mayor. As... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 17 The Twelfth Fret for Sandra The bridge was wide enough only for one dog and me, it crosses an arroyo chiseled out of the red earth like a wound needing sutures and waiting for the flood. “D’ya see those concrete blocks?” a hiker asked waiting for me to... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 16 Spring Is Butterflies as big as my hand Lilacs enough for the neighborhood Yellow sheets twisted around the clothesline Horny cormorants showing off at the lagoon A brass fish hook wedged in between paw pads Four skinny calves following mum across the pasture Waking up early to light... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, Nos. 13, 14, 15 Mockingbird Noisy old girl alone with your songs sitting in a rocking chair on a starry night whistling on a branch jabbering like an old girlfriend carrying on and on in conversations nobody really listens to you maybe the moon or me staying up past my... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 12 An Ode to My Mom's Scones Not quite a cake, much less investment not nearly as ordinary or typical as toast. Doesn't matter if you do, or if you don't dress it guarantees pleasure for hand, mouth and nose. The Irish claim it, the British take credit, but... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 11 Get Off the Phone! A Pantoum Tripping across the long blue cable strung across the carpet like a snake someone has taken the phone to their room what secrets do her whispers make? Strung across the carpet like a snake I follow the wrung-out telephone cord secrets whisper,... Continue Reading →
Poetry Month, Poem A Day, No. 10 I Don't Believe in Much I don’t believe in much of anything religious I’m like clay that way waiting for the right hand to shape a story from the mound of possibilities one where I can see the sense of it from each angle from above and below... Continue Reading →
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