Category: Poetry

What makes the race?The skin thin or deep.The blood with the pace.The silence in the sleep. The mix-up of the memessearching for its parts.Tear through…

What pleases me most is a metaphor with wings.Not a butterfly. They’re too real.Nor a dream of some things.Nor a condition of some feel:A ghost…

How could they? I’ll tell you how they could.For a fleeting second you and I did.Remember at that ball game when you shoutedkill the ump…

I feel guilty. What shall I do?Cut out my heart and show it to you.That’s sort of nuts but kind of romantic.A Pittsburgh bus headed…

Can a tree chop wood?It can when the cows come home.And that’s what A-I can do if properly understoodwhich nobody can expect in the first…

SMILEBE HAPPYGET ALONG I saw a manic paint those wordson the seats of three swings.

Tinkle tinkle  Big Fat StarYou don’t impress where you are.All those numbers adding up.Stay in one place like my pup. At least he’s loyal unto…

Not a single thing to tell youthat you haven’t heard before.But I can’t help repeatinga woodpecker’s at the door. Tapping at the knob.Why don’t I…

I love this 4 cornered plotIt contains more than a lot.From the very first angleIt longs to containequality in the main. However it’s clever and…

Your senses don’t make sense.Things disappear and re-appear.Or is it the other way round?Your things precede ain’t sound. In the old days I informed.You listened…