I’ve watched grandmother
wash clothes, cross legged
on her linoleum floor –
her body bent, her arm’s
scrubbed – over and over -
then – squeezed each one
until all the water –
dripped no more. . .
Thanks to the Media The apocalypse will not come in the form of four horsemen. It has already arrived as 180 channels of pre-packaged, pre-fabricated, artificially inseminated, pre-meditated aggravated assault. Thanks to the media, statutory rape now occurs every time a minor turns the TV on and is violated by Jerry Springer, reality shows, and [...]
Now, white carriages moved
slowly down cobblestone streets,
for every woman, man, and child to
see – inside, wrapped in white sheets
lay the dead, one on top of one.
little grimace, I: a suite of tiny twinges never-done, a suite for Senor Wences and his hand’s mouth’s epigone I Some antemeridian moment: Razor scallops Cheek Bone Hill: He looks to the glass for Uncontaminated statistic: There’s Griot Saying the four-character indictment: Speaking Out from mercury’s pool; You are Elysium, You are Wakan Tanka: What [...]
Futz! I’m not a wet blanket or grummy but I have an earful of beef and static to spill if you’re hip to the jive because I’m all balled up. Allow this rag-a-muffin owl to razz, punch the bag, and beat my gums about being on the toot before I pipe down and dry up. [...]
A gust of wind – a thin layer
of ash from Mount Etna
finds its way between
mountains – ash floats –
covering clothes hanging
to dry over an olive tree.
The following poem may be used for any nationality, simply replace Italian with what ever you like: Being Italian Italian is a way of life Being Italian there is no Strife An Italian can get along An Italian can be strong He and She can work all day long Singing a joyous song! They keep [...]
In those days we were young and full of hope and faith and greed and love’s neurotic bile In ignorance and haste we threw away What most would take a lifetime to attain And looking back I cannot truly say What drove us to that point of no return When madness took us to that [...]
AUTUMN…walks along lake’s shore Entice me through a time warp door I sense a oneness not felt before A feeling that gives-takes-then asks for more The Swamp Maple’s…LEAVES…have changed early this year. As I crest the hill my eyes are drawn to the distant shore whose gown of green is now brightly enhanced with cheery [...]
