Category Archives: Poetic Asides
I Remember waking up, wanting to write
It’s official. I am burnt out. Thank God, tomorrow comes May Day. Traditional celebration of spring, fertility, and possibility. International holiday of the Working Man. None of which pertains to me, but what the hell. Got a poem accepted yesterday:
I Remember waking up, wanting to write
It’s official. I am burnt out. Thank God, tomorrow comes May Day. Traditional celebration of spring, fertility, and possibility. International holiday of the Working Man. None of which pertains to me, but what the hell. Got a poem accepted yesterday:
Process, and a Poem, and April’s Almost Over
Don’t know if you’re interested in how poems come about, but I just finished one that I think has legs, and am feeling pretty good. If you’re up for a side trip, I’ll tell you how it developed.
Process, and a Poem, and April’s Almost Over
Don’t know if you’re interested in how poems come about, but I just finished one that I think has legs, and am feeling pretty good. If you’re up for a side trip, I’ll tell you how it developed.
for Poetic Asides: an animal poem
Atoms, I was taught, are full of nothing through which bits whizzzzzzzz on electric paths. The nothing: its space is where wildness prowls. Solid ground is sand and clay and loam, cubes and plates and crumbles, shapes that even packed
for Poetic Asides: an animal poem
Atoms, I was taught, are full of nothing through which bits whizzzzzzzz on electric paths. The nothing: its space is where wildness prowls. Solid ground is sand and clay and loam, cubes and plates and crumbles, shapes that even packed
for Poetic Asides: sport
Sports My cousin, the guy, the guy who did not lose, was an earthquake set loose on boardwalk was ants at a checkerboard picnic shuffled crazy eights into the ninth dimension. I, on the other hand was a good sport.
for Poetic Asides: sport
Sports My cousin, the guy, the guy who did not lose, was an earthquake set loose on boardwalk was ants at a checkerboard picnic shuffled crazy eights into the ninth dimension. I, on the other hand was a good sport.
for Poetic Asides: regional cuisine
vinegar pepper barbeque a man who’s all hurry with a whiskey red tomato sugar sauce will fill your belly and leave gristle I love a little bite. yes. vinegar pepper barbeque is in the cooking slow and smoky with the
for Poetic Asides: regional cuisine
vinegar pepper barbeque a man who’s all hurry with a whiskey red tomato sugar sauce will fill your belly and leave gristle I love a little bite. yes. vinegar pepper barbeque is in the cooking slow and smoky with the
for Poetic Asides: science fiction/fantasy
You Trip Over Them All the Time Why would they contact us, the aliens, when it would just upset us. We like things normal. We have our orbit, whirling through the seasons: from Super Bowl, Mardi Gras, and March Madness
for Poetic Asides: science fiction/fantasy
You Trip Over Them All the Time Why would they contact us, the aliens, when it would just upset us. We like things normal. We have our orbit, whirling through the seasons: from Super Bowl, Mardi Gras, and March Madness
for Reveries and Poetic Asides: a mixed-up poem
I have been doing some serious mulling over Reverie #(whatever), which requires some translation. Well, this is what came if that. It is emphatically not what Joseph had in mind with the prompt, and it isn’t what I had aimed
for Reveries and Poetic Asides: a mixed-up poem
I have been doing some serious mulling over Reverie #(whatever), which requires some translation. Well, this is what came if that. It is emphatically not what Joseph had in mind with the prompt, and it isn’t what I had aimed
Protected: for Poetic Asides –and half dozen other things –Carny
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Protected: for Poetic Asides –and half dozen other things –Carny
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