Friday, October 31, 2008

After hearing yet another discussion of Dante's Inferno

Poor old Dante Alighieri.
He wrote the most divine of comedies,
charting a journey through heaven and hell
and all that lay in between. [more]

New Words

I need to learn to speak again.

A new language.

Or search the tongues of man.

Or the songs of the machines.

For new words.

Continue Write Now

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Morning Glory

Blue satin
openly awaits
morning's misty tears running
in rivulets seeking velvet depths
of miracles translucent
brushed with golden strokes
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Monday, October 27, 2008

Word Catalyst announces Children's Corner

A new category for writers of children's literature has been added to Word Catalyst. If you write children's stories or poetry for children we would love to publish your work. Please send your submissions to with Children's Corner in the subject line.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Day Owl?

There's an owl outside my window
who has a lot to say.
I don't know what he's saying
but he hoots the night away.


I curve into the cluttered yard.

The surety of memory placing

the rented car

in a space

where once a hayshed

yawned at the facing hills......... Read more at Write Now

Cleave of the Month

The Cleave of the Month for September 2008 is chosen. Much thanks to our shortlisted cleave poets and to the winner.

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Thursday, October 23, 2008

Little Laura Blue

Little Laura Blue multiplied by two
‘til she added up to four,
but Laura said, “That’s not enough.
I want to add some more.”
Please continue reading...

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Another Day Begins

"It's morning, it's morning,"
The rooster crows to say.
"Time to scratch and peck for worms,
time for hens to lay.

I'm a Political Haiku Contest Finalist -- Please Vote For Me!

Cool news! Nearly 4000 people submitted haiku to the McPalin Haiku Hysteria contest held by People For The American Way and The Nation Magazine. And I’m one of the twelve finalists!!! So I’d really appreciate your voting for my haiku here. The three winning haiku will be published in The Nation. Thanks!

tanka xviii

autumn and I the sound of a falling leaf.... read more

Saturday, October 18, 2008

White dreams

Counting on my dreams overlooking the dreaded skies.. read more

Thursday, October 16, 2008

One night's tale

One cloudy night, I painted moon on my window .. read more

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Your Books

Your books are scattered through my shelves so now when I search for a volume unread or revisited I come across you in the pages of a loan. Entire poem

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Cuckoo, The Aeroplane

Cuckoo was an aeroplane
who flew around the world,
but did it flying backwards
Flight 0 0 Woah, now boarding...

Monday, October 13, 2008


So peaceful my solitude I cannot let you in with your need to break the silence and eagerness with which you spin So clear my mind I cannot allow you to strain with your ... entire poem

Saturday, October 11, 2008

The thread

The room is alive with sunlight.
Heat on a grey
metal trolley, magnolia
walls, faded
blinds, easy-clean
bedding, and a television
on the wall. [more]

Free Market Haiku

Falling from the sky/ Balloon bursting into flames/ Bush economy

Friday, October 10, 2008

15 Minute Millionaire

Got a million bucks and just my luck,
it won't fit in my wallet.
So I called my bank, they said quite frank,
Please continue reading...

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Meanwhile, On My Street

They lie in heaps upon the ground, billions lost, no guilty found.
And so it is, the rotting stench of mortgage bankers waving rotting fists.
Lehman Brothers and Merrill Lynch broke the rules, jumped the fence.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


Ripe: a fruit, ready to eat, a feeling of pain brought by one so sweet, a knowing that always you’re falling again... Continue

Monday, October 6, 2008

day 1

1972 teen age sex (read more)

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Good Night Chicks

I just put the chickens to bed, rubbed feathers on their little heads.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Whatever Happened To The Girl?

On the road to Heaven, her thumb out for a ride
escaping her insanity and trying to decide.


so you moved far away
to find some house in the hills
where your troubles could stay
but there was no one to love
and there was no one to hate
and you could never live that way

Last Breath

Sunset hums with gold ribbon strands
soaring like birds on moody skies
seeking sturdy limbs to withstand
autumn breezes with wintry eyes.

Amongst quivering brown leaf folds
infusing hymns with golden hues...more