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Monthly Archives: February 2021
Outside the leaves were falling and they cried Too soon! too soon! On a concrete continentspaced with bland billboardsthe poet’s eye obscenely seeingits surrealist landscape ofmindless prairiessupermarket suburbssteamheated cemeteriescinerama holy daysand protesting cathedralsfrom Lost Angeles to Heavenpromising Free Elections They … Continue reading
Ocean Haiku Pale white eye rises from the horizonWaves pulling sand from under my feetA hungry tide wonders if I can swim For today’s Living Poetry prompt.
There is only Ball— for Rocco I never trot until Ballis secure between my teethuntil then I sprint I feel no fatigueno hunger no boredomthere is only Ball Ball is the bright sunI revolve aroundthe moon to whom I howl … Continue reading
Moriarty Thinks I’d rather watch the little morselsdart over last night’s dusting of snowoutside my sunny window seatturning up twigs and brittle leavesthan come when you call. My affection is not for sale.My spirit remains undomesticated.This world is mine but … Continue reading
New moon yoked to the earthdrudging us like a plowaround the sun again Happy Year of the Ox!
I am proud to announce that The Dark Sire has just published another of my horrific poems. What Dreams May Come appears in Issue 6 of that fine magazine and I encourage you all to check it out.
This afternoon I was one of four poets talking with some students at the Research Triangle High School. We covered the basics of our background in life and poetry then we gave them a live demonstration of Poetry-On-Demand. We asked … Continue reading
The Ideal Muse I love you so I’ve kept you away My adoration is pureunadulterated by the banalI don’t know the sound of your sighsthe smell of your sweator if you smack your lips while eating For years I’ve watched … Continue reading
How many sugared heartswill it take to feedyou the entire poemof my devotion? More than all the insulinin the world could absorb. For this month’s Living Poetry Visual Prompt.