WHAT WE SAY AND WHAT KIDS HEAR - almost a haiku
When he heard his mother teased, little Bobby wasn't pleased. He frowned a bit, this comment gave: "Daddy, you're not being have!" Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Thursday, August 29, 2013
WHAT WE SAY AND WHAT KIDS HEAR - a haiku
Little Loren asked, "Grandma, when are you going back to Yourami?" Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
MY GLACIER
Somewhere very north of here a snowflake falls - on visit from a distant ocean where it some day will return. It lands, the slightest bit unstable, joined in time by many others. One day they notice gravity, acquire heft, begin to move, as they become an it. Slowed for ages by some contour it... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
A RECYCLING FACILITY: "OUR FOOTPRINT IN THE SANDS OF TIME"
Once inside the cavernous and dampdark smelly place of echoes I maneuver timidly my little van, so fearful of the filthy huge headlong machines that ram debris, compress it crushed into the steep gray mountainside of stained and smelly plastic tarp, of cardboard, sofas, stapled wood - waste we don't... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, August 26, 2013
A HATE POEM
'"Anyone can write a love poem, try writing a really good hate poem." - writing prompt from a writing workshop Next time you see a public sidewalk, notice all the stuck-on gobs of blackened dried-out chewing gum. Lots and lots, would you agree? Well, that's the way you look to me. You once had... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
ULYSSES UNPLUGGED
Are all my stories true, you ask? About the Cyclops and the rest? I'll tell you this: I was flat broke, had lost my ship and all my crew, relied on hospitality, which I won through tales I'd tell, the racier the better. I did not disappoint. What's true is that I hated fighting, didn't want to come... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, August 24, 2013
HASTA LA VISTA, HOSTA!
I found them chewing thoughtfully with placid eyes and leather nose, regarding me attentively until I hollered "Shoo!" Then they, unhurried, flicked their white, and dappled into leaves again. Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, August 23, 2013
ELEGY FOR THE 100-WATT LIGHT BULB
Now that you've become old-fangled, you belong up on the shelf beside my Tony Bennett albums, memories of roller skates with clamps and straps instead of laces, bikes that only had one speed and braked when you just pedaled backwards - without benefit of helmet. Oh, sightly globe of incandescence!... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, August 22, 2013
[the title's at the end]
Dead dimlit world of greenbrown forest mossy logs and slickside rock, a landscape passes under me in peace untroubled, absolute KAYAK COASTING THROUGH THE SHALLOWS Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
SAME PEOPLE, SAME DINER
"My mother used to do that. Jeez!" - "Mine too. It was embarrassing." We watched the lady unashamed finish stuffing breakfast rolls and butter pats and jelly servings deep inside her roomy handbag. Forty years it's been since then. In our refrigerator door, one whole shelf is filling up with half a... Sign in to see full entry.