I’m living in a teepee with my dog and an owl, I’m defrosting the freezer back to 2015. I’m burying my youth with a silver trowel Changing my favorite color to green. I’m taking charge of my space now, Moving my bed to face west. I’m removing the barcode from my brow Changing my password, …
New TCBH! poem:
Birds sing louder in Virginia
Birds are singing loud in Virginia.Some are in Spanish. Así así – Así así – Así así – Así así (They repeat because they have something important to sayAnd they might get drowned out by their neighbor in the cedar).If they don’t repeat like a sweet little broken recordno one will know what they …
We must be more than prophets, Part2: Ed McCurdy’s vision — A prose poem
Last night I had the strangest dream. It wasn’t the strangest dream I ever dreamed before But it was strange for me: I was in a large room with three friends On the second floor of an old building Facing main street. I and my friends were using it as an ad hoc gym. The …
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Dreadful knocking — a sonnet followed by a reflection on what is meant by “dharma”
Some like to test the acuity of their brain To see if they are losing any powers of cognition, But I have watched more than just cognition wane From coast to coast across this fogged-in nation. It used to be smog that made it hard to breathe But now it’s something else that steals my …
The Thunberg Look — a sonnet
The way she looked at Trump that day When at the Summit him she spied, Would have made an eagle drop its prey Or any kind of predator turn aside. The portly ass could not have known That she was waiting for him, all eyes, To dissect him to the marrow bone, His ignorance of …
New TCBH! poem:
A(manda) BAB CDCD EFEF GG(orman)
Lo! Before the Capitol, when you took your place Before the same-old same-old weary throng, To see that star of timeliness in such a young face Made me feel, for that moment, even I could do no wrong! Amanda Gorman you made that moment shine, Your alliteration echoing down the Mall! My cynicism faltered on …
Our semi-precious way
No yellow bricks to guide Our semi-precious way Littered with the goodluck stones That once served our purpose. But don’t be fooled By the shining of Our semi-precious way; Our luck has run out. No more magic for us On this path of beauty No spells (or curses) No protections from Oz From the suits …
Canary blues
I need to ferret something out I’ve been too mousy of late Wearing a clothespin on my nose To avoid smelling a rat But that’s no way to live Hiding my head full of dreaming Like the ostrich I’m sick of living with weasels Or living as far away from them as possible But I …
Writing against the wall
Writing against the wall Against my will I’m leaning Against the wind They call it writer’s block But I’m not exactly Blocked I’m not winded either Or walled-in Or even out I’m as inspired as ever As I breathe As I dream I am (Poetry gets me high) But the zeitgeist’s higher It’s a wall …
The little fool: a poem followed by a brief reflection
I’m hunkered down under a metal garbage can lid Waiting for my arrow to return to the ground with a thunk The arrow I had just shot straight into the sky With as much force as my little boy muscles could muster And with all my imagination did I picture It climbing climbing …
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