Category Archives: Writing

Apostrophe

Don’t heed me now. I’m no authorityon building rhyme and specifying howone might’s well work at writing poetry.Don’t heed me now. The syntax needs be natural. I’ll allowa word’s reflecting etymology(its present obsolete or middlebrow). But don’t abuse good sense … Continue reading

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Poor Baby

On Tuesdays I commute, to lend a handwith work I’ve done for half a century.My brain’s still functional – I understandthe guts of a consulting industry.But he whom I support has got to beat home in isolation (Covid’s way).So I … Continue reading

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Slow Down

Presented with assorted bombs to addwhen I immerse to bathe, I chose Slow Down.I wasn’t feeling agitated, mad,or any shade of blue. I’d be aroundmy home for days – I wanted to relax.It couldn’t hurt to let a bomb remindme … Continue reading

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Null & Void

Sheets in the dryer. Turn on the fire. What will inspirea stanza today?I don’t require a poem as in prior A.M.s – there’s no buyerfor posting display.Nothing too dire’s about to transpire. I’ve got no choirto sing or to pray.And … Continue reading

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One Thousand and One Days

Poetic license authorizes meto break some grammar rules, to twist a word,to stretch a metric foot’s capacity,to host ideas my parents called absurd.It grants me room to battle paucityof language, and to fancy someone heard.It let me play Scheherazade of … Continue reading

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Novelty

The book I’m reading now has rave reviews.It’s classified a novel, but it’s not.It has a dozen characters, but cluesabout development have been forgot.The grammar and the language don’t abusemy taste, but what a waste – there’s no subplot.The narrative … Continue reading

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A Few Cherished Hours

I haven’t had the time to write a poemthe last two days, with all the doing here.The solitude and silence of my homeis missing in this loving atmosphere.There’s conversation to be had – it’s clearwe want to cook the meals … Continue reading

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Travel Pt 2

Exaggerating yesterday – indeed,there’s more for me to travel than return.The treks and touring always seem to feedimagination. Sure each time I yearnfor home, but my displacement plants a seedthat after-nurture sprouts. And so I learn.It discombobulates, but could be … Continue reading

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I Took to Poetry

I took to poetry from loving soundof language, and what meter does to me.I wasn’t over seven when I foundI took to poetry. My mother tried to stifle energyexpressing any feelings – always frownedor snapped, or showed disdain impatiently. “Oh, … Continue reading

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Writing in Anticipation of Deeds Performed

A week after I put these words in ink,three months after the project was begun,a day before I’m posting this, I thinkmy internet will be repaired. All donewill be the work in front, the drinkto celebrate completion will be poured,and … Continue reading

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