Friday, March 27, 2015

FRIDAY FOLLIES 27 MAR 15

I will definitely be doing a poem a day this year for National Poetry Month (NaPoMo) and will add an extra twist this year. Be sure to check out the April 2015 issue of POETRY magazine, there's a lot of strong work there from the forthcoming Breakbeat Poets anthology. Having said that, here's a poem or two . . .

Morning fog
The smell of coffee
lifting

Waddling in
V shaped tracks
flock of geese 

To and fro
in this Sandy wind-
Stop Sign

Lynchburg Virginia-
The body of a black boy
under a white sheet

Vernal Equinox-
Half the eggs spill
the carton

Vernal Equinox-
Her glass eye 
half full

Poker game
The winner stacks up
his lies

Casino
So many happy sounds
from the machines

In the bushes
The smell of beer
before and after

Hand on chin
The Portrait watches Zoe
puzzle



And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)




Friday, March 20, 2015

Friday Follies 20 MAR 15

Black Byrd
swinging in the dead of night
Take those broken wings . . .

Mississippi rain
Half nod of a Byrd
hanging from a tree



EXCERPTS FROM "THIRTEEN WAYS OF HANGING A BLACK BYRD"

ONE

Among twenty rainy trees,   
The only hanging thing   
Was the body of the black Byrd.

THREE

The black Byrd swung in the winter wind.   
It was the Final Act of the pendulum. 

FOUR

The rope and the tree
Are one.   
The rope and the tree and the black Byrd   
Are one.

FIVE

I do not know which to infer,   
A body of shadows   
Or a body of light,   
The black Byrd hanging   
Or just before.

SIX

Raindrops fill the window   
With savage reflections.
The body of the black Byrd
Crosses it, to and fro.
The moon
outlines
An inexplicable cause.

THIRTEEN 

It was midnight all day.   
It was raining   
And it was going to reign.   
The black Byrd swung
In the locust-limbs.

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Tuesday Tidbits 17 MAR 15



My heart is battered. 
What kind of oil is best 
to fry it in?

Evening sun
Unrolling the Prayer Rug
A ghazal

Mouse in the bathtub
Suddenly
I can dance

Fourteenth of March
Today's Pi is not
fattening

Winter wind
Halfway across the lot
tears 

Snowy field-
One by one the crunch
of geese

There once was a Coxswain named Borringe, 
who openly inspected his sporange, when surprised by his Skipper,  
it got caught in his zipper, 
turning him six shades of orange.






Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Tuesday Tidbits 20 Feb 15



Equinox-
The saxophonist's head
half-cocked

Scimitar moon-
Silently counting
the scars

Up all night
around and around the house
Winter Wind

Polar Vortex-
The subzero whiteness of
the toilet seat. 

Snow drifts-
Marshmallows in one
side of the mug

Snowy field
Crossing to the other
side of the tracks

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)




Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Tuesday Tidbits 17 Feb 15



Valentine's Day-
The Poker Room couch
filled with women

Valentines Day-
The Ebb Tide's
slow tease

Fiftieth birthday-
Breath taken away by a
trickling stream

Fifty-fifth birthday-
The Brown Thrasher may be
going extinct

Low Winter sun
Sharp glare from a neighbor's
window 

Snow storm 
The silent softness of a 
wool blanket

Winter sunset
A husband and wife with
matching walkers

Snow forecast
I grab another bottle
of dandruff shampoo


And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)



Sunday, February 15, 2015

V-Day Follies

Valentine's Day-
In the corner of her eye
his smile

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Wednesday, February 04, 2015

Tuesday Tidbits 3 Jan 15

The new year has brought with it a crazy series of health challenges. I ended 2014 with a bad case of S. A. D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder) induced depression that started a few days before the Winter Solstice and didn't let up until Xmas Eve, I've gotten it a few times before but never that severely. Fortunately by the 2nd day I recognized it for what it was. Xmas Day I was fine, but the next day I woke up with a low level migraine. The headache didn't seem that bad but the 26th was very sunny and my light sensitivity went through the roof, my sound sensitivity went with it and I wound up spending almost a week wearing sunglasses and earplugs and only leaving the room to eat. At the worst of it I was showering while wearing the sunglasses and earplugs. I tried playing some poker after the First but the cacophony of the casino was brutal, and the myriad flashing lights pure torture, especially the White LEDs in many of the slot machines. Just as that began to abate, I threw my back completely out doing absolutely nothing except walking down some stairs. Two more weeks in bed (and excruciating pain) and then I lost my favorite hat when the wind caught it and I couldn't chase after it, because bad back. Then I got the Flu. I go fifty years with no flu shot and no Flu and now the last two years I came down with it back to back. Fortunately, it isn't nearly as bad as last year's strain although it seems to be lingering longer. I have never taken my good health for granted and January 2015 was a reminder how good I've had it. The good news is that my back healed better than it has in 20 years. And I got a poem accepted into a very prestigious journal that I've never even sent a single poem to. Go figure. But I'm back and should be posting more regularly. Here's a few Ku I managed to scratch out during that time. 

Antique fire truck-
Remembering red
pistachios

Black ice-
slipping into something
less comfortable

Evening Forecast
A steady flurry
of side eyes

Migraine-
A thousand needles under
the Xmas tree lights

Winter Solstice-
The never ending darkness
of this chocolate bar

Day after Xmas
throwing out the trash
my back with it

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)