What? Me Scared? A virus that kills; Scary as hell… For most people, at least. Am I scared? No, not really! What? Me Scared? I never leave the apartment! Where will I get it? Oh, I want to go out… Not with no…
Category: Musings
3 – Teenager
He says, “Gramma, that’s not what I said, and if it is, it isn’t what I meant!” He isn’t a little boy anymore. He articulates, “I am ready for some freedoms from you, and I think they should be…” He is making his way into…
A preface to a new form
When I was thinking about The Bop, a poem I wrote in 2018 for The Woody Guthrie Festival poetry reading came to mind. Here is the poem, which was published after the festival in The Oklahoma Observer and in my book, I’ve Got the Blues:…
A SINGLE GRAIN
If we can’t fill tiny stomach, let us try to save one single grain that made tiny stomach drain. If we can’t make tiny face happy, let us try to be a clown that will make their sadness down. If we can’t take care of…
Prompt Three (3): I’ve Got Problems [Hour 3]
I’ve Got Problems What the virus brought to me… It brought more complaints; Get a job! A real job! Wait, I am high risk for the virus… And I do have a job, it just doesn’t pay! I’ve got problems! What made you think I…
Waiting
He does not wait well he taps and fidgets and huffs. I write and try to hurry. Because he does not wait well. Then I think of all the times I waited. For lesser reasons. Shoot, I am writing this darn poem. He can wait…
2020 Prompt One (1): Mom
Mom Has Gone She left some time ago… Where she went, I don’t know. Her body remains, Her voice she retains… Yet, her memories are gone, And sadly, so his her song. Mom was a singer extraordinaire, The loss of her breast, …just one; It…
Recipe for an Ideal Lover
Listen Hunting Dodge Duck Wood The following is the recipe for finding an ideal lover. Follow the rules. Keep it close and you may just about find your ideal lover. It is a difficult task to find an ideal lover. However, if you insist on…
Poetry Marathon Submission, #2
A Recipe for Ripened Intellect, Submission #2, Ann WJ White Life is a stream of books, stacked in piles to peruse. Grated science fiction, mixed with forked dramas, particle physics discovered in 420BC, for added flavor. History, biographies, romance and other non-fiction, Twisted about, squeezed….
My Venture
I can venture out right now, in sloppy hills of valleys where every height gives fright. The ups and down are sudden, when I am on car of wooden. I ride the car, getting millions of scars to make memorable my drastic oldage while I…