Sunday, November 11, 2018
I DON'T KNOW WHAT BEFELL ME
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
WHAT WRITING IS LIKE
Writing is like
There’s no Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday,
Sunday
It's like there's no 1 o’ clock, 2 o’ clock, 3 o’ clock, 4 o’
clock....12 o’ clock.
There's no morning, mid-morning, mid-afternoon, evening...
There's no from 1 pm to 6 pm
‘cause that's the time your brain won't work.
There's no “I can beat this, I can do it,
nothing is impossible”
‘cause writing will go “haaa! haaa! haaaa!!”
as you stare blankly into space.
Writing is like “don't have pets;
You never know when you'll have to walk out on them.”
Writing is like “Don't be regular dude;
if you're gonna do a program every Sunday,
that’s when you're gonna be wanting to write.”
Writing can be so many cups of coffee?
Writing is like your live-in partner who can ditch you
anytime but also your One True Love.
Writing is like count backwards up to 5 and you'll get going
so here goes: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, zzzzzzzz....
G’night!
Friday, August 17, 2018
DEAR FRIEND
Friday, August 10, 2018
YOU AM I
Monday, June 25, 2018
HOOPLA RINGS
i threw hoopla rings -
one to snare you
one circle, one point.
you threw one
by being charming
the third circle
was a smile at someone else
remember?
three circles
as you walked away
mine was the next throw -
an offering
you threw one
it went astray
i threw one
it fell at your feet
i saw you pick it up
tenderly
two circles -
one for each
as we threw back our heads and laughed
we've run out of hoopla rings now
'cause i threw one of disdain
and you threw
one of pride
it’s time to move on....
I LIVE
Friday, June 22, 2018
BURIED ALIVE
Monday, May 21, 2018
EROTICA
Friday, May 18, 2018
Monday, May 14, 2018
Monday, April 9, 2018
WHERE DID THE LAKE GO?
Tuesday, February 20, 2018
SOMEONE IS LIVING IN MY PURSE!
Monday, January 29, 2018
PERSPECTIVES
she sat besides a homeless man
and said the vaasthu isn't good
and you know how my stomach aches
when i eat too much food
and all my kids are married
and all my kids are good
and my life is one big blessing
for god besides me stood
and saw me through all troubles
and all my joy he doubles
for i have been so good.
the homeless man he looked
and said i have no home
sometimes i eat, sometimes i starve
most times the world i roam
i have no kids to think of
no penny to buy a comb
my clothes are barely held up
the bin might be my tomb
but, dear lady, to your god i'll sing
such beauteous songs and herald ring
for i live still 'neath the dome.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
ON A NON-DEPRESSIVE NOTE
Monday, January 15, 2018
ON NON-ROLLER SKATES
hey! i didn't put on any roller skates
and yet i've skidded all over the place!
one stop New Year
Happy New Year, hey!
come to my wedding...
wedding slipped into a birthday
long-lost and well-loved faces loom -
they smile and sing happy birthday
and i smile back and promise to keep in touch
and i'm aware there's something wrong
someone is not happy for me
someone thinks i...
someone...but hey!
it's time to go back
now, for sometime, a semblence of mundane
but you've won a prize
YOU'VE WON A PRIZE
Uh...Uh...yes, I've won a prize
I'm tired, I'm breathless
Hang on a second!
while I digest that
piece of information
oh...
oh yes, "I'VE WON A PRIZE!!'
Yey!!! But hey!
Don't give it to me yet
I've gotta a death anniversary coming up
the tenth one
I can't laugh, I can't celebrate
I must cry
and you must wait till I'm done crying before I say
Yey! again, but only this time
I know, we've won a prize
I look down the road of 2018 now
Alarmed at the pace at which it's moving
and I still don't have roller skates on!
Tomorrow I join a new job
day after, I publish a magazine
Sometime I shall breath too
and before I can say, "Hallelujah!" 2018 will be done.