Family Dinner Time (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 9) My mother used to keep spaghetti Warm on a hot plate heated by a candle She’d mix in the sauce and mix it in a bowl And place the bowl in the frame And then light…

I remember when I was a young lad So innocent and a bit of a twit I was between 4 or 5, maybe 7 When I really fell in the shit My mother was serving us dinner Burgers, served with chips of course When I,…

Tanka   Cold snow clothes the ground I am alone in this whiteness no human comes here peace and tranquility reign society does not intrude

I bought oranges for the end of the world $5.99 a bag, what a steal! Even the threat of death and nothingness won’t wipe the thrift from my bones. Capitalism tastes like a citrus apocalypse on the tongue. Burning in dollar bill paper cuts. We…

Don’t try to make others fit Your limited box of expectations. Take the lid off of the box And let the fresh air cascade in. For there is so much more To treasure in the shimmering depths Of who one truly is Beyond a two…

smooth and shiny white blue pebbles lie strewn on the shore after the storm that uprooted their strong and firm roots with force the Banyan tree that crashed through the roof and burnt the car   after the storm that made them hunt for their…

Snow is upon the ground There is not a soul around I am stuck inside Forever wanting to hide Away from the sunlight That keeps me up at night I want to build a fire But I am flat like a tire No umph to…

Just Another Friday Night (a Gigan)   Three queers are kissing in a sports bar shaved head, sceptum piercing and tuxedo jacket * Three queers are kissing in a sports bar losing the jacket and adding their sweat to the one of those who come…

Lonely days and wasted nights still wishing you were by my side and honey there ain’t no reason why you can’t be with me So come along and take my hand and with this kiss, I’ll help you understand what it is for a man…

I’ve never eaten this crimson, crowned fruit, although I’ve had other jewels, lychee and coconut, after shimming up the tree. I wonder if freeing the seed from a pomegranate is like scraping the seed from a papaya to get at the sweet, soft flesh beneath?…