Archive for November, 2015

Friday, November 20th, 2015


Poetry Rule #2
– it is perfect-
ly acceptable to fall asleep mid-
line. This applies whether you be
writer or reader, though its most
usual occurrence is with the reader.

Thursday, November 19th, 2015


Also, did I tell you how my family photograph album disappeared from where I’d left it to cool on the windowsill like a blueberry pie?

Wednesday, November 18th, 2015


In the hospital I was appalled by the attitude of some of the sick people. Why me? they would moan. Why me? Well, why anything? Life is little more than the flutter of a bird’s wing.

Tuesday, November 17th, 2015


At length
such happiness as there is
shall be documented
and notarized.

Monday, November 16th, 2015


We ate all the seed potatoes;
we have only ourselves to blame; we were peckish.

Sunday, November 15th, 2015


our lamentations our misery
the road signs the malls the concert halls the
blank faces and their marks of woe
our despairs

Saturday, November 14th, 2015


how shall I ever convince anyone of my innocence?
these are diminished lines I have given up
caring about entertaining myself

Friday, November 13th, 2015


Here we are, hammocks swinging, red wine splashing
and sploshing and staining my virginal gown how
can I go to the dance blemished thus?

Thursday, November 12th, 2015



The seasons in their moods
morning and evening
winds in their different tempers
trees, waters and mists
shades and silences
and the voices of inanimate things

Wednesday, November 11th, 2015


Poetry Rule #1 – it is perfect-
ly acceptable to begin a poem
with the words
The elephant broke the couch. What the fuck!
but you can only do it once. Twice at most.