Category Archives: Poetry

Department stores have too much stock for me – I feel I’ll never get to see it all, so every time I buy turns out to be an almost accidental pick. I fall for something close so I can get … Continue reading →

The drivers never stop for anyone on foot whom caution bids to hesitate. A light ahead has no effect; they gun their right extremities and race to wait. Pedestrians are somnolent and pale, too likely to ignore or waddle, swing … Continue reading →

As soothing as the forest is, its shade a shelter and its streams a melody, as lovely as the meadow is, displayed by vegetarians and poetry, we recommend the desert emptiness or take ourselves above the timber line to see … Continue reading →

A clumsy brother at MacArthur woke too late to exit well – he forced the door one two three times, as needlessly he spoke to someone asking did the seat or floor retain possessions none of us could see. Conspicuous … Continue reading →

“I loathe your laugh,” my lover said to me and I should then have pushed him toward the door, for love becomes impossibility when it demands that you abrade your core. Instead we argued, haggled, made a word an effigy … Continue reading →

As sour as a lemon is my mood and murkier; a lemon is more clean. I’m battling an acrid attitude, besieged by crankiness and feeling mean. But here’s a treat I didn’t think I’d have: a 5-car train provides me … Continue reading →

You’re looking terrible. I can’t believe how many of you people aren’t fine. I doubt that God is trying to achieve this unattractive blandness by design. You’re somnolent, and you have blotchy skin. Your hair is dull. Your fingernails don’t … Continue reading →

The morning minutes get away around the list of my select eclectic jobs. I rise to write and exercise the hound and me, but something pressing always robs us of ten minutes here or thirty more to tend the house, … Continue reading →