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Top Dog in Pomes and Epigrams
Optimistic bees and fearful fruit flies, problem-solving slime mold and clever crows. Kauri chat through their roots. Let’s not mention the masturbating dolphins, who catch the clap at astonish...
Littoral drift in Pomes and Epigrams
These thoughts collect like sand against my right temple, and spill out my ear, creating a sweet little sandbar at my feet where I can pretend that these things I think have a home. Not a future,...
I don't want anything in Pomes and Epigrams
The biggest lie ever told is a woman saying she doesn’t want anything. Of course she does - she wants plenty, but doubts that she deserves it.
Ankle in Pomes and Epigrams
Does the ankle resent the legs, for taking it to the movies? Is it sitting there, bored while the head, neck, shoulders, even that dumb bouffant of hair, bear witness to the lion that Darth Vad...
Thick in Pomes and Epigrams
I can’t quite grasp the edge of the pool. This fancy vanishing edge pool full of oatmeal. Did I forget something? No… How many things have I forgotten? So many pairs of expectant eyes. Yes was so...
Surveillance? in Pomes and Epigrams
Passing through my own life un-noticed un-remarked upon quietly doing what is expected, sneaking my fun beyond the brief. But that’s unnecessary, just as there is no need to lock up my thought...
Ferry in Pomes and Epigrams
Who are you? Are you a string of coincidences? or are you the Minotaur? I watch you, I lose track. And that’s when you sit close. Do you know that you are close? My fancy flies from one to the n...
Potential kinetic equal and opposite in Pomes and Epigrams
Raindrops make a smack smack sound on my forehead, as I lean into this storm. Watching the smoke that ain’t fire barreling towards me and all that is my world. I won’t surrender. We won’t surren...
Ogre in the secret magazine in Diary of a Middle Aged Dork
I have snapped. The shouting and chaos in my apartment has reached a pitch that grips my spleen and causes my body to shake. The small boy is stomping around in his gumboots, yelling about some...
Barnes Dance in Pomes and Epigrams
The green man appears. The chirping that says, “go now.” A hundred people emerge from their corners and head in twelve directions at once. Some are engrossed in conversation, some stare at their ...
This place is perfect in Pomes and Epigrams
Sneaking through gates to sit on a moonless night on the edge of a ruined volcano, I reflect on the shabby weedy, overgrown patches of my life that I like best. The spots where the fabric is pil...
Night out in Diary of a Middle Aged Dork
I spent the beginning of my Friday night having dinner and drinks with a friend. We wanted to talk so we chose places that respected the volume of the human voice. It was a nice time and I coul...
Alone in the Dark in Snips
Ever since she was strong enough to open her bedroom window, she would leave the safety of home on solitary nightime walks. Being a suburban kid, she could wander in relative safety, assured tha...
Wrack Line in Pomes and Epigrams
Out here, bobbing around the doll which has fallen off the ship; she cannot see where she goes. Her eyes stare up, seared by a pitiless sun. A swell comes, peaks and troughs, peaks and - Her p...
She walked down Queen Street with her headphones on. Joining the ooze of humanity down towards the trains and ferries, she kept a brisk pace in line with the crescendo of her music. She loved t...
MAGA in Pomes and Epigrams
Chasing rainbows like they were not illusory. My perspective reigns. Find out they are naught but a vapor, a raincloud for someone else.
Bits in Pomes and Epigrams
To think: You have enough gravity in you, to keep your very molecules from scattering downwind like Dad’s ashes. Picture that you don’t. Little bits of you take flight as a northwesterly blows o...
when you consider in Pomes and Epigrams
When you consider your agitated particles escape your body and the universe must supply calm new ones, daily, why should you be afraid to die?
Takararo in Pomes and Epigrams
That evening in geologic time when we gobbled you up, blasting away kerbstones, filling the bellies of now forgotten ships must have felt like an eternity, and indeed say the olive trees that ...
Poem about the sea land in Pomes and Epigrams
What is the magic word that will take me across the sea-land? The world is out there, and as the sun sets I could place foot after foot on the shining path atop these rumbling waves beyond the...
Mock in Pomes and Epigrams
Coltrane was a Mockingbird skippity doo bop tuning though the night ‘Cause a mockingbird’s a jazz bird, endless beginnings beginningless ends twitterpated cacophonistic calisthenics the primeva...
Summer in the desert in Pomes and Epigrams
This street. This town. An edge of the desert in one corner of America. This state. This country, on the westernmost edge of this world. I live here. I exist amongst alien hibiscus and lawns. Asp...
Flight from Egypt in Pomes and Epigrams
We take off at dusk. passing Ventura, Lompoc, finding midnight in Santa Maria. We find our bed behind a dark Mexican cantina who leaves us with a pacific wave. Awakening at the publisher’s castl...
Lovely Nevermore in Pomes and Epigrams
The void of sunshine punctuates my love for you, sweet has-been. The windy departure of small yellow leaves like the emmigration of so many alien hopes signify my promises with you, dear once-w...
