Bob's Grabbag

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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

'...DOWN ON THE CORNER, OUT IN THE STREET...'

- John Fogerty, Creedence Clearwater Revival First Friday night of every month the poets hit the pavement down in artsy-craftsy Nyack town. For several dizzy hours at dusk, she celebrates, promotes her earnest painters, actors, writers, players. We Suffern Poets take the corners, chalk our spots and... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 29, 2013

THE DAY I HAD MY HEART ATTACK

I nearly bought the farm tonight, but luckily the deal fell through. It wasn't that I didn't have the price of it. Of course I did. Some day I'll sign the dotted line and take possession free and clear. For now, I trust the seller's words: "Don't worry, Bob. I'm always here." Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 28, 2013

MY OLD BATTERED YELLOW BEETLE - a college reverie

I never had a German sports car till I added Frisbee, tent, Yankee cap and low-cut sneakers, baseball glove and hooded sweatshirt, sleeping bag, guitar and fakebook to the laundry, toxic grunge and Frisbee that I somehow crammed behind the seat or maybe in that little trunk beneath the hood of my... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 27, 2013

HUH?

'Jever stop to think - and then forget to start again? - What was I saying? Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

MY QUESTION

While Eddie had his funeral, we dropped outside to have a smoke. The traffic went on buzzing by as if the man had never died. The fellowship of nicotine gave me some comfort and relief at least until I went back in on past the easel with his name, past voices no one thought to raise, past people who... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 2, 2012

SECOND THOUGHTS AT THE QUARRY POND

Suicide was on his mind while he stood at the quarry rim. He took the leap, but found his God as suddenly he learned to swim. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

THE TIME I GOT IT RIGHT, OR NEARLY

NOTE - Like many other struggling young teachers in the 70's, I was a summer waiter at Middlebury College's Bread Loaf School of English. This poem is based on a situation that occurred at the end of each summer session. Waitstaff at the dining hall received no tips until the last breakfast, at... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 26, 2012

SNEAKER UGLY

At one time sneakers had no style, had rubber bottoms, sides of canvas, closed with double-knotted laces - low-cuts, high-cuts, black or white, they didn't cost a lot of money. Then, voila! The "Sport Shoe" came - ugly, lumpy, alien ("What IS that growth there on your foot!?"), its plastic, ovals,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

IRENE THAT CLEVER HURRICANE, PART 2

Chainsawed after Irene felled it right across the Blue Dot Trail, the huge old oak revealed its rings the first time in its long, long life. Delighted at discovery of such a potent metaphor, someone with magic marker wrote in fancied ring-count steps, beginning with a center dot, a kind of woodland... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

THE OLD DAYS

Sleep faster, we need the pillow. - Blanche Rothstein Sign in to see full entry.

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