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Monthly Archives: December 2021
Fraiku: Year End Review
I hate “best of” listsEspecially when they’re by yearLook ahead instead Happy New Year, dear readers!
New Year’s Resolution
New Year’s Resolution Pull the pots and pan from the cabinetbring the old cowbell down from the atticfind that vuvuzela you bought in 2010and exercise your lip The new year’s nearly here Let’s make some noise tonightso those lurking demons … Continue reading
Fraiku: Christmas Eve
In still winter airpinprick stars on strings danglethe dome of heaven
Winter Begins | Bartholomew Barker
Originally posted on Whispers and Echoes:
We’re all in trouble if the Sunkeeps sinking earlier and rising later No thaw in the Earth— no planting in springno harvest in autumn just a night with no dawn Snow piles higher— rivers…
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Eclipse published at Sledgehammer Lit
I’m proud to announce that my poem Eclipse has been published by the Sledgehammer Literary Journal. I like that they chose to post it on the day before the December Solstice since this little poem was inspired by another astronomical … Continue reading
Fraiku: Tinnitus
Like a tuning forkburrowing into my earsthat can’t be unheard
Christmas Lights
Yesterday I visited my friends at Charles House and we talked Christmas poetry. I read them my favorites, e. e. cummings’ little tree and Jane Kenyon’s Taking Down the Tree and, of course, A Visit from St. Nicholas, which just … Continue reading
Fraiku: Michael Nesmith
Liquid paper heirWool hat guy with a twelve-stringRepo Producer So it goes…
Toll
Toll The church bell cracked.Poor and dying,the congregationcould not make repairs.Like an ice cream trucktrapped in a steeple,cheap electronic chimesswept empty streetsof wooden windoweddowntown shops. Incessant windsfrom the flatlandsscraped through cornfields,toppled hollow treesin the village besiegedby crumpled cemeteries. Former residentsnow … Continue reading
Haiku: Booster
New strain of barbarian at my gateTimely reinforcements through a slender needleDefenders of my citadel thus boosted