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Saturday, September 1, 2012

SIGNED ON WITH ULYSSES 6 - Scylla and Charybdis

Ulysses called up from the stern, the tiller clutched in both his hands: "Lookouts keep a sharp eye now, we're getting close, and no mistake!" The wild wind blew his words to flinders as we bore down on the strait, the great sail taut with booming wind and rowers pulling mightily. Faced astern, they... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 31, 2012

PRIDE

Deface our mural? Learn how to do it next time with broken fingers. Even some of the poorest neighborhoods in Philapdelphia have beautiful outdoor murals, often two or more stories high. As far as I know - I'm not a Philadelphian - these works have been free of graffiti for years. This haiku is... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

BEFORE DINNER AT GRANDMA'S, a haiku

"Go out and play, but don't get dirty!" The kid said "Sure," but was confused. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

MISTAKES

Each mistake I make's a stroke across the whetstone of my days to make me keener, sharper, better suited to the job of carving something somewhat better. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

A PEEK INSIDE ONE'S WRISTWATCH (re-post from 10/3/11)

Poised a-tiptoe on a jewel, golden wee-toothed wafer wheel swings so freely back and forth. Below, in steady increments, escapement never really does, but creeps one notch with every pulse. Intricate beyond belief, all collude to turn three hands at different speeds that never vary, patiently... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 27, 2012

HELL GATE BRIDGE

No fine pencil-sketched confection spiderwebbing cars across some clear and scenic river vista! Rather, thickdrawn bigsteel arch boosted up by buttresses to shoulder boxcars creeping after locomotives sparking their electric power to their wheels above the riptide navigation New York calls The Hell... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

MY MUSE IS A JEWISH MOTHER

- for Mrs. Riegert O trusted Muse once said to be handmaiden to our poetry, inspiring to lyric heights us poets spending sleepless nights, where the hell have you been lately? Here I sit and keyboard poems, but are you standing at my shoulder, guiding me to perfect lines? Not lately, from what I can... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

MRS. RIEGERT

See what you started, Utah? You called to mind one of the few boyhood memories I remember well and care to talk about. What follows is the narrative; tomorrow comes the strange poem it suggested to me yesterday. We lived on the top floor in 2902 Grand Concourse, a 5-story Bronx walk-up. The Riegerts... Sign in to see full entry.

MRS. RIEGERT

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Friday, August 24, 2012

THE FALL

The yellow leaf releases hold, helicopters slowly down, bestows itself with weightless care upon the pond all unaware. Sign in to see full entry.

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