I don’t have an August garden and it’s too hot to weed Crease the leaves moisten your cracked lips there are no silk worms and we aren’t in the mythic forest the garden hose is kinked it frustrates the spray that can’t wash dusty cars, abandoned to bird shit and road tar. All those tender [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Big Tent Poetry’
possessed
What do you wear to a heart attack? Orange flip flops decorated with sequins and beads stiff woven soles made in China, shipped to USA picked up in a seconds store in August Transplanted to Oregon I forgot how hot summer is in the Valley of the Sun and needed two new wardrobes one for [...]
stubs
Unwanted Advances Succulent mosquitoes find me Molten……I am hot & heavy my breath full of iron They feed for eggs while I have none * * * I’m trying to do something different — for me — with this poem, which is what this week’s Big Tent Poetry prompt was about. I’ve been writing narratively as [...]
The Instinctive Loving Response
The Instinctive Loving Response is what people do to avoid actual or perceived entrapment in trees. And it does not look like most people expect. There is very little hedge-trimming , no laughing, and no singing or sighs of any kind. Loving does not look like loving – it looks like this: 1. Loving people’s [...]
what did you say?
The Line Forms Here The line forms her. The line conforms to her. The line deforms her. The line is a free-form her. The line informs her. The line — malformed; her. The line misinforms her. The line performs for her. The line will not reform her. The line is true-to-form her. * * * [...]
Big Tent Poetry Celebration Reading
In case my three followers didn’t know, I am getting to read my poetry along side an amazing group of poets. I am completely excited, and a little nervous, too. I’ve made my selections and am practicing so as to keep up with my brilliant friends. And I keeping pinching myself. This is so cool! [...]
The Hostile Witness
The Hostile Witness Why won’t you answer my question? There is more than one answer. Why won’t you answer my question? There are more colors of blue than can be counted. Why won’t you answer my question? Names conceal as much as they reveal. Why won’t you answer my question? The starlings are mating and [...]
rearranging vocabulary words
Applying the Thesaurus to a Middle-aged Life Today’s the day I change my vocabulary. Instead of dull, I’ll call my mind matt, a surface pocked by time, not unlike the stars, burned out but sending old messages along the Milky Way. Reports from the past. Gentle coughs echoed from back of the room. There’s no [...]
Behold Our Dark, Magnificent Horror
Behold Our Dark, Magnificent Horror title of Mark Morford’s SF Gate column from June, 2010 Bottles line my bath & shelves. They contain no threat of bodily harm only youthful glow & hair: promised charm behind unleashed productive wells. Potions grant relief from bodily harm, remake degenerate cells & turn back time. Profit from released provocative wells to soften [...]
a prose poem (drafty)
Surgical Time Travel Think of it: I’d take that undergraduate geology degree in hydrology, master future underwater technologies, create alternative energies, transform political hot air and raging capitalism into clean fuel. Laffing Gass® makes for geopolitical win-win. Why stop there? Land in 1920s Europe, step into my great-great-great-grandmother’s Gebhardt-skin, call that rabble rouser out before [...]
