The Last of the Load-ups

Posted on Jul 30, 2017 in Poetry

A dirge for Not So Famous Amos, 2001-2011 You made the man who collects your pooh cry, seeing the blood, and so did we, as did they all as we left you behind. After the man cried and the evening before we left you behind, your head owled around your shoulder. Rolling that imperious shark […]

The Best I Heard

Posted on Jul 30, 2017 in Poetry

I need a break from all the ennui and angst The man said as he careened out of the poetry reading and into the street. Much to be said for this observation; many hearts-on-tatted sleeves last night.

On Waking Saturday Morning

Posted on Jul 22, 2017 in Poetry

The muddle of newsy news snapped off and the flush of air elbowed its force thru the ducts, spilling chill into the room and then sighed and quieted Quiet now, I wondered what the doctor meant when he told me I had a very small cervix.

Weirdo Magnet

Posted on Jul 21, 2017 in Poetry

The handsome men. Never see me. There was always someone with longer legs sunnier hair more come hither-i-ness that would flint their interests.   But the odd ducks flock to me.  Encircling me like fanboys. How is that? Do they intuit I am lame at heart, little shy, as much an outsider, as they?   […]

Musings on Musings and James T.

Posted on Jul 20, 2017 in Poetry

Poetry has recently insinuated itself into my life. Been reading some, particularly James Tate and Tracy K. Smith.  Which, with a surge of working in the studio with the Dark Matters series, teased out some words of my own.  So, periodically I will be sharing some that I’ve written. In the interim, seeking a means […]