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Saturday, February 12, 2011

"Hummer, Hummer, Burning Bright!"

Squat and ugly blood-red Hummer bearing down on me, that rack of lights above your cab, are they for spotting me??? Brother to the helicopter gunship and the tank, you're hogging your lane, hogging mine. Could be you're pulling rank? And perched up there, controlling all, is tiny woman on a phone;... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Ice Play

Antic gusts of February flex the branches, crack the brittle glass that sheathes them, drops the pieces (pretty clatter!) on the carapace of snow glazed over, skitters them across the ice crust, traps them fast in cluster corners where they pile and craze and sparkle, complex crystal fantasy that... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

One Last Valentine for Emily Dickinson

You scribbled poems and then forgot them, stuffed away in kitchen drawers. I keyboard mine, the best I have, wishing they were more like yours. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

First Valentine for Emily D.

I've never been to Amherst town, I never was your beau, but still you knew me, read my heart a hundred years ago. Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Em'ly Dickinson: a Brief Tribute, Two Valentines to Folllow

1. The Tribute Spare and lean's the verse you write, smooth and lilting never. You enlist unwilling words that scarcely try to rhyme; you twist them to your will and make them mean anew some other way, order them to spear your heart, then pin it living to the page. Sign in to see full entry.

Beauty and the Boa (part 2)

"Stretch" here seems to like to snuggle though I twist and squirm and struggle. Okay, I'm game, but hear me this: it's over if he tries to kiss! Reptiles maybe have no hips; but I KNOW they have a lack of lips! Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

A Nervous Veterinarian's Lament - a limerick

This boa constrictor is sick And needs what I have in the tip of this needle right here, but I wonder, oh dear, Oh where, oh where is the hip? recounted by my niece Patti, who is a vet Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

There's Snow And There's Snow*

ker-CHUNK! the shovel slices, lifts, and pitches block of last night's up and over last week's and the weeks' before, filthyfrozen layercake! But "CHINK?" Now what the hell is that? I chip a bit, brush off the shards, voila! - the lid of my old trashcan, hatless these two weeks or more! The New Ice... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Sex

Always there were girls who knew well how to lean to light your cigarette so pretty flirty playfully. They made a ride out to the beach a day of teasing smiles and touches, welding smell of coconut with deep and instant lust. Today maybe a tenth of them Still take the time to play the game but play... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

The Agnostic Thinks of Death

The simplest savage who just died is wisest of us all. Could he talk, we'd reckon years from date of his report. He knows the face of God right now or knows that theres a hell or knows (if "knowing" is the word) there's nothing there to know. - after the mannner of Emily Dickinson Sign in to see full entry.

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