Monthly Archives: November 2021

Happy Mudlark

Happy Mudlark“A mudlark is someone who scavenges in river mud for items of value…” Tramp through the mudthe best job evermy boss is the tide I rediscover what’s forgottenlike this forty year old class ringthrown by an angry girlfriendafter she … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Sweeney Todd

Ruby words drip from the penRestored to my hand by his masterpieceAt last my arm is complete (Words mostly stolen from Sweeney Todd to honor Stephen Sondheim. So it goes.)

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I’m thankful

I’m thankful that the porcelain moon glides through her phasesthat the planets march in a line across the skythat Polaris won’t be our North Star forever that spring rains carve new beds with their floodsthat summer sparked wildfires unmap foreststhat … Continue reading

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Grateful for Blueberries

Grateful for Blueberries Blueberry pie may be purplebut it tastes like the bluesummer sky reflectingoff a cold mirror lakein New England. I brace for the shockas flavor soaks my tongueand drown in a sweetthanksgiving. (Another prompt combo: blue and gratitude.)

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Lunar Eclipse Fraiku

Do not come betweenthe Sun and his daughter Moonlest there be blood

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“For now we see through a glass, darkly…”

“For now we see through a glass, darkly…” Paul wrote that to the Corinthians in Koine Greek, a language I don’t know, so I can’t comment on whether it should be translated as “mirror” or “glass”. But as a poet, … Continue reading

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Fraiku: Archaic

Autumn nights grow longerSullen clouds extinguish the moonWe write by candlelight

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Pushcart Prize Nominations

Photo by Pixabay on The Pushcart Prize Nominations have been submitted by Prolific Pulse Press LLC As I read through all the poetry from this year to select just the right ones, it was a difficult job, but when…

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Agent of Empire

Agent of Empire I tried to change the systemfrom within. I failed. Our Empire is not easily turned.We’re not a kayak on a lakewhere dipping a paddlebrings new direction. We’re an ocean container shipthat doesn’t notice heavy seasand plows heedless … Continue reading

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untitled Fraiku

Discarded oak leafdrills through the crystalline aira cold moon rises

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