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Penguin Poems: August 2011
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A loving, sidelong glance at ordinary life. Tuesday, August 30, 2011. None of us are ready. None of us are ready. Tonight. We float in a. As the tide washes us. None of us are ready. And yet it is time. We. One hand upon the stars. As a new voice sings bright. None of us are ready,. Our arms still tangled in. Each other’s hair, we lift. This wet thing to our chest. And say, “This is a gift. None of us are ready. To receive.” And it’s true. Is chastened before such. None of us are ready,. Sunday, August 2...
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Penguin Poems: November 2011
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A loving, sidelong glance at ordinary life. Tuesday, November 29, 2011. What if Jesus had been a union man,. And his twelve disciples had all been plumbers? Or tool-and-die guys, or even. Imagine the parables that might have been told. Of leaking U-bends, and toner cartridges. Found at the back of the supply cupboard,. Right behind the post-its and motivational t-shirts. His mother would have run the show. For sure – along with all the other stalwarts. Who had paid their dues over the years. Some long-de...
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Penguin Poems: December 2011
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A loving, sidelong glance at ordinary life. Tuesday, December 20, 2011. Reading the paper placemat at Colombo’s). Start at the heel of the boot,. At the sumptuously-named Lecce,. And run your finger around the graceful. Toe, beaded with Sicilian heat. Move slowly upwards, pausing at the knee. To genuflect at the Holy City, then on. To gaze in awe at the high-swept sinews. Of the landscape leading up to Assisi. Come around the thigh, taking time to. Taste the savors of Bologna, Parma, Genoa,. Upwards by t...
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Penguin Poems: Coming through in the clutch - Live Video
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A loving, sidelong glance at ordinary life. Monday, April 16, 2012. Coming through in the clutch - Live Video. Here's a true (ish) story - performed live at Elkhart's b on the River. In March 2012. My mother was present for the show, so I couldn't resist. She's an amazing woman! I had a hard time getting the vid to play until i popped it out in youtube.fyi.for anyone coming bhind me. April 17, 2012 at 5:07 PM. Weird - sorry about that! April 17, 2012 at 6:08 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Cracker Jack Poet: Be Your Own Starch, or Madlibs In The Treez (An Oulipo)
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A poetic snack- short, usually sweet, nutty, with a surprise inside. Saturday, October 4, 2014. Be Your Own Starch, or Madlibs In The Treez (An Oulipo). If a Palo front waves. Will young bucks wave back? Or just nod at. Wawaskeesh slapping their palominos. There's a gralloch of tuxilline. And weakfish rarely see ita. Spending timid wishing on starch. But its timid to be your own starch. Light your own pathogen through. And remember to wave. At palominos on the Wayne. Evictees need a front). Thanks for ad...
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Cracker Jack Poet: Real-lize
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A poetic snack- short, usually sweet, nutty, with a surprise inside. Wednesday, April 15, 2015. Carry me so far. And meant some of them). Then sat in the yard. Like a wild orphan. Crying into my dog's. It was me that. Ate half the cookie dough. I want to give. I have backfisted a. And got drunk in. Yoga saved my sanity. I like talking to. I use canned beans. To make black beans. A sin in Cuban culture). My cuticles are torn. Carry me so far. But love has no. April 15, 2015 at 9:22 PM. And sat in the yard.
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Cracker Jack Poet: January 2015
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A poetic snack- short, usually sweet, nutty, with a surprise inside. Wednesday, January 28, 2015. Hair of the Dog. When you have a Husky. There's no way round. The volume of hair. Hair in my clothes. Hair in my soup. My smiling, wagging. This is offered up for Anthony's prompt to write about hair, at Dverse Poets dversepoets.com- This is our second Husky (mix- rescue) and we swore we wouldn't get another (Ha! Links to this post. Wednesday, January 7, 2015. Always bring a break? Night's ebony shell cracks.
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Cracker Jack Poet: April 2014
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A poetic snack- short, usually sweet, nutty, with a surprise inside. Friday, April 25, 2014. Of strength, self. Sand in the face. This is offered for Poetryjaam.blogspot.com where Peggy asks us to pen a poem about deserts. What can I say? It was a rough week.And now it's better :-) Happy Friday! Links to this post. Friday, April 11, 2014. It's a high-sky fly ball. Links to this post. Friday, April 4, 2014. Time flies like the wind and fruit flies like bananas Groucho Marx. A breath, a beat. Poetic Ech...
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Cracker Jack Poet: A Gust Of Imagination
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A poetic snack- short, usually sweet, nutty, with a surprise inside. Sunday, March 1, 2015. A Gust Of Imagination. Without following a pattern. Without playing a note. And for an encore. Flutters an autumn leaf. When I walked by. This is for Poetry Pantry at Poets United poetryblogroll.blogspot.com. I did see a red orange leaf, web-tethered to a chain link fence, flutter and thought it was a butterfly.enjoy :-). March 1, 2015 at 10:47 AM. March 4, 2015 at 12:44 AM. March 1, 2015 at 10:51 AM. Prem Laszlo...
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