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I'm Interviewed At Poets United

2012-01-12T16:07:00.000-05:00

I was honored to be interviewed as part of Poets United "Life of a Poet" series. It's fairly comprehensive and includes some fun photos and limericks. So if you'd like to know some of my deep, dark secrets, here it is. :)

Maybe you'd be happier with the T-4

2011-04-25T23:06:00.000-04:00

Being sent spanking back to poverty, we expected scenes like this. One feels that the windy neighborhoods are more exposed to the way the planet spins. We may have used this cutting edge pool robot for two seasons. It needs a little tightening of screws. Come and see us in our new location: Mountain Hill Wheeled Estate Homes for Those who Can't Get a Loan. You know the route.

haiku

2010-12-04T09:18:00.002-05:00

listening

to the sonorous... read more

Pursuit

2010-12-02T22:50:00.000-05:00

I was irresponsible
almost obsessively so
I watched the grass grow green on the back porch
then turn gray with the stone

Can I injure my eyes by crying?

2010-11-20T08:10:00.001-05:00

crying and traumatic globe luxation? precursors for tears during sex?

Ulysses Ossuary

2010-11-18T10:52:00.005-05:00

I am Ulysses Ossuary, also known
as Barton Bone, part-time professional
ventriloquist. I throw my voice around
the house afraid of getting hollowed out.
I’m wary of the basement water
rising through the kitchen linoleum and
rivering out my open door. When thick
necked hardhats and the cracked
landlord inspect the suspect pipes I play
a sad croquet of wickets with impossible lips
and wonder about the broken hinges
on the box of shoes I don’t wear anymore.

read more

2010-11-02T11:59:00.000-04:00

the sound of

the ash...

The Loss of a Dream

2010-10-22T09:21:00.001-04:00

Floorboards creak.

She creeps to me where I lie asleep,

tears on her cheeks, voice cracked with sleep.

"Nightmare?" I ask, sweeping the sheet...

Decay and Fall

2010-10-14T06:32:00.006-04:00

Is a mouthful of crumbling concrete
a sign for a cleaning and check-up
asked our professor Doctor English about

a simple operation on my upper lip
to make it plumper, a little stitch at the corner
by a white-coated girl in the barbershop’s

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Bathtime

2010-10-13T08:52:00.002-04:00

Hundreds of fleeting bubbles pop

with the sweep of an arm,

the splash

of a foot.

Punctuated with little girl voices:

"Pretend we're princesses."

"Pretend we're getting married."

Mounds of luminous bubbles

pile high on their heads--

delicate, ephemeral crowns.

Hundreds of fleeting bubbles pop,

autumn haiku

2010-10-12T10:20:00.001-04:00

curled up

in the hollow of the night ....

Ride

2010-09-30T14:49:00.004-04:00

The engine won’t turn over
by turning a key in the trunk.
Rocco my favorite actor
takes the wheel to get it going.
Straight out, the guy’s a respectable mess.
It’s like he lives in the trees.

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Salute to Returning Heroes

2010-09-29T04:41:00.001-04:00

Returning Hero
Who will be there to remember,
when all has been said and done,
in the cold grey dawn of November,
with a flag and the sound of a gun?
When our heroes return in their coffins
to the bugler’s lonesome call;
and the wives and mothers are weeping
― for they have lost most of all.
Did they give their all in battle
for a brush with the news-hour fame;
for a medal and commendation,
of their soon forgotten name?
Was there purpose in their fighting
or did they die in vain?
Were they sent to war for no reason,
a pointless cause in the main?
When the day comes dawning,
and the final result is zero,
we will recall the brothers and sons,
who were named as returning hero.
We will stand and we'll remember,
and salute their forgotten youth;
each year, in the dawn of November,
as we consider the bitterest truth.
© 2010 : Colin Gordon-Farleigh

Playing For Keeps

2010-09-13T08:51:00.003-04:00

I listen to your old songs

and for the first time

your words strike a chord

and touch me deep

never realized before

just ... entire poem

Worst Summer Ever

2010-09-11T15:49:00.005-04:00

Everyone said so or
everyone who had no
place to go which was
anyone we cared to know.

Digital church bells tolled the hours
of sun roasted office towers.

The water was too shallow for laps.
A big blue tarp kept us circling the edge.

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War Trench

2010-09-04T11:10:00.000-04:00

I feel good in this bed. I want to pay for it, pay the charges. I owe it to Sears, feeling this good; I want to pay them everything I owe. I want to pay my debt.

Sunset Reverie

2010-09-01T10:16:00.006-04:00

I have a cigarette on the fire escape

while I wait for you to stop by

Jimmy’s ‘Castles made of sand’

coming down from the roof

takes me back to better days

like summers in Grand Isle

Hasty cars rush by on the avenue below

while their fumes climb up the stairs

The sun slowly sinking

behind the skyline

entire poem

Hut O' Saints

2010-08-30T04:53:00.003-04:00

Clear in the middle of the preserve sits a Hut of Saints...

Africa Recalled

2010-08-27T11:47:00.002-04:00

Recollections of African friendships/ Last night I sat in the half-dark of the theatre/ watching and listening to Black Umfolosi;/ seeing the ghosts of yesterday/ moving silently in the shadows./ Moyo, Mangate, Takawira, Msikavanhu;/ so close I could almost touch them/ - almost hear their breathing./ I heard the voices calling from the stage/ echoing louder than the distance of time;/ bringing past and present together/ in one loud dreaming moment./ Matambo, Ganza, Bepete, Chapurinyemba;/ all ghosts from the distant past/ - fleshed out by the men of today./ Colin Gordon-Farleigh © 2000

Hope

2010-08-27T10:17:00.003-04:00

Strenuous days and nothing to believe in

when black coat men cast shadows

over empty streets

Dead inside I mourn the night they took you

your voice and defiance silenced for good

and like so many I understand ... entire poem

Vacation Neighbors

2010-08-26T14:40:00.004-04:00

O chanting insects of the evening
on the north shores of Long Island,
what does your insistent clickering
signal from dusk till dawn?
Hey dudes party over here?
Hey ladies I’m looking for love?
Hear me, the loudest bug around?
Check out my stick in the ground?

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Toronto Island Aigin Larki

2010-08-19T10:32:00.000-04:00

To My Sisters in Chores

2010-08-18T20:14:00.003-04:00

When you clear up, you conform:
Dust away detritus
But also, let the tide wash away
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5 Ways to Reuse This Poem

2010-07-28T10:12:00.005-04:00

1. Seek me out a small pigeon pure
Of unexpected feathers swirling sea and sky
Surprise us both by landing beside me
Sport a blue band upon your leg
Look all around for familiar faces
Lift away at a motion of my head

2. Carve the letter C white and chunky out of chalk

3. Experiment with horticulture, dig into your floor
Raise mountain laurel carved from coral

4. Survive like lobsters that will not submit
Leap from cookpots till
There is not a bucket big enough

5. Conspire with moon and clouds
To wink at me with a friendly eye
I will not ask you why

more at Not In the News Today

Conditional Discrimination Learning

2010-07-21T16:18:00.003-04:00

Can you remember two things at once?
Who knew that Bob’s death
Would bring everyone together?
All the ancient jingles—
Like a good neighbor
You’re a pepper too
Gloria in excelsis deo—
Do not preclude responsibility
For what I’m doing here with you
On this unusually warm June afternoon.

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Please Use This Poem

2010-07-09T12:02:00.004-04:00

Locked outside on the roof again?
Never fear.
This poem is your old Swiss army knife
You got from your sad pappy when you were fifteen,
The one you lost on the F train.
Broke your umbrella out in the rain?
Lucky you.
This poem makes you laugh about
Soaking your cracked clock,
Ruining your crazy hat getup.

This poem has magic power.
Use it for good.
You don’t have to ask me.

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Paradise on Pennies a Day

2010-06-25T15:12:00.003-04:00

A statue of Mary, the Blessed Mother
(My mother was Mary)
Lived in the green back yard
Uncle Tim made it, I was told
Dark oval of stone
Smooth head, round hips
Cool to the touch at morning
Warm in the afternoon
The height of a child
(I was a child)

I looked for shiny whistles in the grass
I always found them
I wished for helicopters
They always appeared

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Apivore

2010-05-27T16:33:00.001-04:00

In between these whitewashed walls
people teem, uncomfortably
like bees placed suddenly
into an artificial hive

Here we dance in an attempt to speak
but mostly just stand awkwardly
wondering if we would feel the same
if we were back in the places where we were raised

We Will Live in Wanting

2010-05-10T06:02:00.001-04:00

Until these winds die, we will live in their wanting.

in the hall of mirrors: twenty

2010-05-08T09:19:00.000-04:00

the apocalypse drips vinegar in the eyes of a bound god, fallen from grace and tasting the acid of his failures. impure, unsure and with no cure in sight for his blight, he rattles chains and leaves stains of his own blood William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Release

2010-05-05T07:21:00.002-04:00

The wallpaper peels,
ceiling paint crawls away
the broken beams beneath revealed.
Water rises through the floorboards,
all the doors slam open,
then quietly sway.
The drain regurgitates.

The Hayley Oliver Band - Tell Me Why

2010-05-04T18:14:00.000-04:00

Operatic Verse

2010-05-03T18:19:00.002-04:00

If you enjoy writing (or reading) limericks, you might have a good time with my latest Limerick-Off.

Until Spring

2010-04-21T05:38:00.002-04:00

Poor grieving heart

ticking away months

as if they were seconds

Numbed by pain

it doesn’t notice

Cupid’s arrows

sweet sting

let alone

the soft touch

of butterfly wings

Crushed and crumbled

it ... entire poem

Cold Heart

2010-04-21T05:28:00.002-04:00

It could well be

that my heart is dead

for it lies cold

and buried deep

underneath the ruins

that ... entire poem

Photograph: Mommamia
For more information visit:
www.flickr.com/photos/mommamia

Whose Shoes Are Yours

2010-04-09T10:44:00.004-04:00

If we are not our bodies
I hope not
Nor our thoughts
Thought for the day
Then what

Performers glimpsed in passing
Open windows

We thought we had packed all our stuff
For the ever impending journey

more

While She Sleeps

2010-03-31T19:40:00.000-04:00

I can dance down here among the leaves,
dart in between the sun-scorched blades
some distance from the sea.

She'll never see me.

I can make a haven from sticks and string,
sewn with seashells and cranberries
like jewels on a rich canopy.

Here I dream safely.

Read the rest at www.Kelley-Online.com

Billy's Poetry Forum, A Place For Your Poetry

2010-03-28T10:34:00.001-04:00

There was a time when BloggingPoet.com was being read by over 80,000 people monthly. At the time, no other poetry blogger in the world could claim that big of an audience. Sadly, that's no longer the case but I'm happy that my poetry still sees far more readers than most poetry bloggers around the world.

That said, BloggingPoet.com wasn't really the community of poets and poetry readers I'd long hoped it would become. While this blog is nearly 10 years old it never really matured. And without a doubt, it was my fault.

So in the hope that I might share some of my poetic successes with other poets and poetry lovers I have created Billy's Poetry Forum where anyone and everyone can get more exposure for your poetry, poetry readings, poetry events, writings about poetry, links to your books of poetry and anything else related to poetry.

I hope this helps some of you to become more widely known as we prepare to nominate poetry bloggers (April 1- April 15) to assume the title, Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere for 2010. And I hope it feels like home.

I Saw You

2010-03-26T05:11:00.003-04:00

So still

I saw you

sleeping,

in the early morning,

sunlight playing

around your lips,

parted —

Smiling.

memories of sleep

in your eyes,

visible.

Thoughts of yesterday

through a half-formed tear:

echoes of last words,

shadows of lost hopes,

perfumes,

acrid,

mingling.

Reaching down,

touching you —

needing you —

loving you.

my tears

falling

into the darkness.

Realisation comes —

you are not sleeping.

From Flight of a Bee

Gazebo Books (PTY) Ltd., Rhodesia

© Colin Gordon-Farleigh 1978

Dancing For Rain

2010-03-25T08:18:00.002-04:00

I never knew you all that well

and none of us really got

what went on inside your head

but I can still see you dance around the fire

handsome like a young Greek god

you jumped and turned to the music

coming from an old transistor radio

Maybe I can make it rain you said

and we all laughed

Life was miraculous that summer

and entire poem

Limerick Prompt

2010-03-23T14:03:00.001-04:00

It's Limerick-Off time! So please join me by writing a limerick using this first line: “A woman whose hair was quite gray..." My own limerick using that line is right here.

Lone Wolf

2010-03-22T04:09:00.007-04:00

Withdrawn into the raw wilderness

elusive like all wild creatures there

and so at ease in that unruffled world

where a divine soothing

oozes from the air that he breathes

and a sense of freedom fills his heart

the way it’s intended

or at least should be

in his mind

Where no others disturb

nature’s beautifully composed medleys

of sound and silence

with meaningless conversation

that would only absorb

his fragile thoughts

and entire poem

Lullaby

2010-03-19T11:25:00.000-04:00

Lying here
pretending I remember how to sleep
I can’t help but imagine
that sound you used to make
in the moments when we’d kiss
and how in the morning I mentioned it
and maybe you thought I was making fun of you
because the next night you kissed me silently
and I wonder now if that was the first time
that I broke something of yours
and then hid it in my memory

something is wrong...technically

2010-03-10T10:52:00.000-05:00

Error sign on the screen

reminds me of the time

this girl I was dating told me

all her family were suicides

Haiku on the Wall

2010-03-08T18:09:00.000-05:00

Haiku on the Wall, originally uploaded by DRheins.

ink on old white wall

I pick a red pen, with felt

paint this star for you

upon encountering wildflowers

2010-02-26T11:53:00.001-05:00

I observe you in an filtered light, bright it still shines, but only in the hues that you choose to let your unique spectrum penetrate... the rest of the poem A poetic meander upon encountering someone unexpected.

New Limerick Poetry Prompt

2010-02-19T17:10:00.000-05:00

It's Limerick-Off time! Yes, after being derelict in the limerick prompt department, I've finally posted a new one. So please join me by writing a limerick using this first line: “An elderly fellow named James…” My own limerick using that line is here.

Bundle Up, Unbundle

2010-02-13T11:21:00.004-05:00

Collect your flashlights to set up camp in the dark.
Put your gear on a cart at the pier to embark
For a planet of ice run by bureaucrats where
The president smiles and pulls out his hair.

The radiator whispered I should leave but I declined.
Furniture rearranged itself; sofa arms linked and let out the cat.
More

2010-02-09T10:24:00.000-05:00

After the roar of the party

I step out into the cold silence

breathe white steam before me

a bull out of the barn

Feel the solid crunch of leather boots on fresh flakes

the crisp leaves breaking

as each leg swings and sinks deep

I survey my land and smile

Something refreshing about being buried

in snow

Superbowl Sunday

2010-02-07T11:27:00.000-05:00

Super Sunday has arrived The Colts and the Saints will go head to head, shoulder to shoulder, one will win and one will lose. Which team to choose? That is the question. Will it be Payton or Brees? Which one will lead their team all the way to a victory. Time will tell as the clock ticks and as kickoff time nears, both teams will have to dispel their fears. Get out there and play some football and listen to the referee's call. In the end, there will be a winner, but there will also be a loser, and then it's all over until next year. And as the year turns into another season, for this there is no rhyme or reason, but does anyone remember the losing team from the year before?

Groundhog Day

2010-02-07T11:18:00.002-05:00

In Punxatawney, on a hill Out of his hole comes Phil He's going to let us knowI f we'll have 6 more weeks of snow. His nose quivers and his beady eyes gleam The sun is shining down its beam His evil little smirk gives it away He's going to see his shadow on this day. It's the one day we wish for rain And the clouds to take away our pain We want the spring and warmth and flowers But Phil is shining in his brightest hour. He loves to watch us squirm in despair As he sees his shadow and runs back in there Back into his hole deep in the ground Where he can laugh at us without making a sound. I'm going to make me some woodchuck stew And chuck some wood as the woodchucks do Build a big fire and roast that overgrown rat And then feed the leftovers to my cat. He'll rue the day he saw his shadow His days are numbered and the numbers are low That rotten rodent is going to be toast And you're all invited to my woodchuck roast.

Shiv Overdose

2010-02-07T05:57:00.000-05:00

As we speak, my fingers are writing checks.

Thursday Haiku for Super Bowl 44

2010-02-04T14:19:00.000-05:00

Like hobbits true blue

we seek one Super Bowl Ring

must have our precious

Hurricane Colts

2010-02-03T09:56:00.000-05:00

A corn country wind

Hurricane Colts heads down South

Blue skies for Blue Crew

Super Trip

2010-02-01T16:41:00.000-05:00

Colts fan caravan

hot drive down to Miami

singing ourselves horse

I knew you once

2010-01-30T04:40:00.001-05:00

I knew you once Like I knew myself Felt it When you were hurting When you were happy When you were thinking I could read your moods I knew you once Like I knew myself Read More at http://sashisspace.wordpress.com/

Membrane On The Mind

2010-01-21T19:10:00.000-05:00

I once met a woman who said she's osmotic
I said, "That's okay, but Dear, tell me what if
some might dissuade, perhaps go astray
and let it all please continue reading...

No My Pet

2010-01-21T17:54:00.000-05:00

I am not a cat person
nor do I keep a dog
share no especial equine love
lack affection for the frog

If I were named poet laureate

2010-01-08T12:39:00.000-05:00

If I were named poet laureate
I would put it on my tombstone
Print it in my obituary
Place gold stickers on all my books

Morning Routine

2010-01-05T17:07:00.001-05:00

scraping the stubble

clean, smooth I drag the blade cut

slap my face awake

Jingoism

2010-01-04T01:44:00.003-05:00

That is the irony of an interrupted

prayer, a lovely day that cracks lives.

Jan

"Can you Distribute No-Shiv? Ask me How!"

Dead letters

2009-12-28T20:32:00.001-05:00

I thought

you would be everywhere,

in every hidden face

behind gold.

Read on ?

The Letter

2009-12-27T14:26:00.004-05:00

As my fingertips glide on
the faded page,
now aged to a golden hue,
your words touch me once again,
parting thoughts from a true friend
lost to the everlasting.
continue here

Christmas Cards

2009-12-23T08:39:00.002-05:00

Christmas cards trickle in

one, a few, a batch of ten

from family and accumulated friends

Some close, some you never see

but most of them ... entire poem

December 21st

2009-12-20T11:01:00.002-05:00

New snow dusts the yard / cold, grey Indiana morn / jeans crack, chafe each step

Santa Runs A Sweatshop

2009-12-19T19:25:00.000-05:00

Ol’ Santa runs a sweatshop,
that’s what the papers say.
He never gives the elves time off,
not even Christmas day.
I read it in the paper.
They told it to be true.
I read it in the New York Times.
Oh what are we to do? please continue reading...

Hunting

2009-12-19T00:19:00.002-05:00

Deer alert and still,
stare at motionless hikers,
snapshot breaks the spell.

http://www.poetic-alchemy.blogspot.com

Drowning

2009-12-15T21:11:00.003-05:00

Lifting lips From a now swollen nipple Grinning down at brown pools Meant for drowning in Expectantly watching for some sign of love on the edge of reason Read full poem at http://sashisspace.wordpress.com/2009/06/26/drowning/

Fishing

2009-12-13T01:51:00.002-05:00

Sun bathed lake shimmers.
Shafts of light in the water
impale darting fish.

http://www.poetic-alchemy.blogspot.com

Monster Poinsettia

2009-12-07T15:14:00.005-05:00

I rise up flat-back springing from the waist/ Acupuncture needles hanging from my face... Yogi Mazuh [the Mp3]

Come Lie With Me For A While

2009-12-07T12:13:00.004-05:00

Come lie with me for a while

let's give our souls the time they need

to align

Just you and me

and ... entire poem

2009-12-02T14:17:00.001-05:00

Forties fading fast / five days till I turn fifty / milestone or millstone?

Does Macy's Tell Dixie

2009-11-28T13:23:00.004-05:00

When the civil war rail car rolled
Out to sea as planned, could be I blamed
For fearing things got out of hand?
The tracks were laid upon sand.

Bedroom lamps would not light up.
We wrapped small toys in colored thread.
The lay of the land was thin enough
To see babies in their beds.

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My Husband is a Rickshaw Driver

2009-11-26T11:48:00.001-05:00

Yor maudlin as a milk-begging cripple.

Homecoming Roadtrip

2009-11-20T10:58:00.001-05:00

Deer on the road dead / a man leaps from burning Jeep / Four cops with guns drawn

Bob Dylan at IU Auditorium

2009-11-16T11:45:00.002-05:00

even in row 5 / Bob Dylan is a mere blur / Tom Waits a shadow

2009-11-13T13:04:00.002-05:00

I follow the coffee aroma to its source

looking for some mild wake up time

My baby's made breakfast

'French style'

and life

on this drowsy Sunday morning

seems ... entire poem

Fair Exchange

2009-11-11T12:11:00.000-05:00

She pays me in coin /

small change she finds on the ground /

Good luck, you’ll need it

Obscured by Flatus

2009-11-04T05:36:00.000-05:00

Your bare legs may be fairly peppered with the gummy, reduplicative particles.

We must Hide our Joy

2009-10-27T06:26:00.001-04:00

Without the kids, life was a cockpit.

2009-10-26T09:17:00.001-04:00

sitting hair on grass

the great ape lounged while we watched

his back to the glass

Spirit Level II

2009-10-21T19:52:00.015-04:00

We were children riding bicycles
Toward a dark wood, pennants
Streaming from our antennas.
Electronic tethers to the solar plexus
Made me feel a little sick sometimes.

We crouched over a black high-heel
To see what it had to say.
Uncle Joe came up and laughed.
Do you expect that shoe to talk to you?
Embarrassed, we said no although
It sure seemed like that shoe had news.
More

Boy, child, lord, what am I?

2009-10-21T07:21:00.000-04:00

Amygdala Jones couldn't help putting feelings at the top of her tdhu list.

2009-10-20T17:39:00.001-04:00

solace of salmon

salmon, seattle aquarium, originally uploaded by DRheins.

upward we swim, up / en mass toward the light and warmth / coho consciousness //

REVISIONER

2009-10-20T12:16:00.003-04:00

(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))

Memories of Zimbabwe

2009-10-18T12:52:00.003-04:00

Africa Recalled

Recollections of African friendships

Last night I sat in the half-dark of the theatre

watching and listening to Black Umfolosi;

seeing the ghosts of yesterday

moving silently in the shadows.

Moyo, Mangate, Takawira, Msikavanhu;

so close I could almost touch them

- almost hear their breathing.

I heard the voices calling from the stage

echoing louder than the distance of time;

bringing past and present together

in one loud dreaming moment.

Matambo, Ganza, Bepete, Chapurinyemba;

all ghosts from the distant past

- fleshed out by the men of today.

Winter

2009-10-18T10:21:00.003-04:00

There's frost on the pumpkins And snow in the trees The lonely cries of a flock As they fly overhead in the breeze. The leaves are falling The air is crisp and cold The heat is turned on As that blanket you hold. All of these resound with what's next Autumn is a beautiful time of year Winter is coming and coming soon But there's really no need to fear. Spring will follow, just like before The flowers will grow once more The sun will shine, the birds will sing And new life will appear for everything.

Little Boy Blue

2009-10-11T21:02:00.000-04:00

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn;
the cow’s eatin’ Jello, the sheep are readin’ porn.
The chickens are a cackling, what they’re sayin’s really bad,
and if this is just a dream it’s the worst I ever had. please continue reading...

Static Adventure

2009-10-11T08:10:00.001-04:00

Time for a taco party, playboy.

The King and I

2009-10-10T15:25:00.012-04:00

Elvis Presley in his army uniform lowered himself out a hotel window and jumped down to a shallow balcony to speak to thousands of soldiers on the waterfront. “This is tense,” Elvis said. “This is queer.” I had to give a speech about Elvis. I climbed out a hotel window and lowered myself to a ledge outside the floor below. I tried to open the window behind me. Locked. I edged over to the next window and got in, falling over a convertible sofa that was upside down on the floor. A sign inside the door said, “Room reserved for owner.”more

2009-10-06T11:16:00.000-04:00

His head is spinning with the theory

Between each gig; all is lost.

A gaping hole of anxious self-pity

A drain where once a reservoir stood

His life is measured in monthly cycles

Of moon and Mr. J.P. Morgan

Where once he toiled to change the oceans

Now he moves to follow the flood

It rains with fury this dark Tuesday morning

He works alone in his cosmic man cave

Seattle glassworks mildly smolder in the tray

Francis Francis stays red, hot and brewing

Amygdala Jones

2009-10-06T00:58:00.005-04:00

...swarm this story for your spleen, worker bee!

2009-10-04T14:26:00.006-04:00



She’s leaving home, Bye-bye

Sang the Beatles in sixty-five

It never used to make me cry



That June endless rain

Mercilessly soaked the days

And robbed us of summer evenings



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09/09?
2009-10-02T23:09:00.001-04:00
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A Poet's Blogroll
2009-10-01T17:51:00.001-04:00
I click on the links.

There's nobody there.

They gave up the ghost

and hide in despair,

for once they were...


2009-09-29T08:42:00.002-04:00
Rainier’s blue outline /

surreal in the yellow sky /

sends me off with awe


Whispered Dreams
2009-09-28T23:03:00.004-04:00
Your breathing serenades 
 
my whispered dreams,
 
rising and falling in the night.
 


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Autumn Crescent
2009-09-28T07:16:00.002-04:00
Curled up into the perfect arc
of an autumn moon,
love, soft and mellow.... read more



Swamp Baller
2009-09-27T05:26:00.002-04:00
Unhooked, some fish with ripped lips just truck upside down.


Winter's Gift
2009-09-26T21:09:00.005-04:00
Winter’s haze

envelopes the visible

in a ghostly blur of

veiled solitude.