INKTOBER 2020: Day 3. Bulky

A Banana Hammock Limerick: There once was a man they called Hulky-- Whose strict discipline made him quite bulky ---He was never one to indulge ---So much as a yank of his bulge And that's why he was always so sulky.

INKTOBER 2020: Day 2. Wisp

She Let It Burn, But Didn't Breathe It In I don't want to leave-- She said, putting the cigarette between her lips. She let me light it. Then don't, I said. She let it burn, but didn't breathe it in. When the ashes reached her fingertips She dropped it, Ground the sparks into the pavement, … Continue reading INKTOBER 2020: Day 2. Wisp →

INKTOBER 2020: Day 1. Fish

A Brief Haiku Inspired by Inktober and Hemingway I drew a marlin with some dry erase markers. I thought of baseball.

Worn-Out Wednesday Presents: Coffee, in the Time of COVID19

Yesterday-- I went to the drive-thru at Starbucks. As the barista handed me a cup of hot, black coffee-- The tips of our fingers brushed ever so slightly, for less than half a second. And as I took my first bittersweet sip, I realized-- That was the only human touch, I had felt in nearly … Continue reading Worn-Out Wednesday Presents: Coffee, in the Time of COVID19 →

Whispering Wednesday Presents: No More Metaphors Required

Where does this poem begin? With a drop of lace, draped gracefully over a gallant wrist-- solicitious fingers brushing an errant lock of golden curls over the delicate curve of an ear most tender pale. . And my mind swirls with such verse as would blush that lily petal red. . Then I-- clasping that … Continue reading Whispering Wednesday Presents: No More Metaphors Required →

Playing With Prompts

So the writing hasn't been going well. It's just so hard to concentrate these days. At least I have finally started to catch up on my reading, so that's been nice. Anyway, the poems I've been coming up with lately have all been--how shall I put this? Flaccid. Yeah, that's the word I want to … Continue reading Playing With Prompts →

INKTOBER 2019: Day 27. Coat

Deepest Black. Elegant. It's such a pretty coat.Deepest black.Elegant.Ermine, mink, fox and stoat-- you took their skin but left their scentburied it in perfume and cheap cologne--The smell of civilization, that.Do you think it will protect you-- Out here? In the wild?Where you are all alone...Oh! You precious child!You pretty little sweet!I can't wait to … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 27. Coat →

INKTOBER 2019: Day 24. Dizzy

Greenest Branch (Skip It) Cache-Cache Spin. Spinning. Spins. Circle black. Cache-cache. Needle set on the track. Far Soul Law Tea Doe Doe Tea Law Soul Far Ray Doe Doe Doe Doe Skip it. Skip it. Spin. Spinning. Spins. O thou greenest branch, skip, skip, my deepest longing, cache-cache, my soul, my, my, my, my soul … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 24. Dizzy →

INKTOBER 2019: Day 22. Ghost

Yes, I cheated. That breath is me breaking out the pan pastels. A Living Ghost It was a snowy winter evening when lonesome wakeful I went wandering,My feet moved of their own accord as I was thoughtless wondering,I was drawn down the road by some strange unknown attraction,and I hardly guessed where I had stepped … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 22. Ghost →

INKTOBER 2019: Day 11. Snow

What is man? What is snow? Can one not be both? Frosty Pleads His Case If you prick me, though I may not bleed— Do you imagine that I do not have need Of love and kindness and dignity? I bid you, good sirs, grant me charity— Though my cold heart does not beat, … Continue reading INKTOBER 2019: Day 11. Snow →