Monday, July 15, 2024

My Favorite Mug

dark blue stoneware

 

          white chip

 

crack branching like

 

          paths into forest

 

seeping        water

 

          broken

 

Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

To-Go Cup

I was filled up, topped-off, taken out, carried,

drunk from, emptied, vacuumed dry. No refill.

 

Cannot be recycled, upcycled, bicycled, tricycled or supercycled

I’m immovable, disposable, not biodegradable, insoluble,

cryptic, episodic, energetic and spasmodic

 

I’m northbound flitting, earthbound jittering,

low orbit launching on ten. Nine. Eight.

 

I’m the fill in the landfill, the pie in the sky, the fork in the road where the satellites dish. I’ll bring down the big-dish antenna in big-vacuum space—take-out takeoff in ten. Nine. Eight.

 

I’m telling you there’s trash in space. Trash on the Moon. I’m telling you there’s red trash on Mars and blue trash on Venus. There’s trash on the shouilders of the sky-road and the skyway’s got no Adopt-a-Highway. Whatcha gonna do?

 

Whatcha gonna do?

 

Whatcha gonna do when the trash is you?

 

Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

Monday, July 01, 2024

Beneath the Mask: Petrichor

 The fourth issue of Beneath the Mask is up, themed "petrichor." It includes a poem of mine, "Incense in the Church of Rain."

Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside

Monday, June 24, 2024

Conch

is the bone house where sunrise lives. It opens

like a hand, fleshy fingers in armor; it is

the trumpet that calls night across the surf

and drives away evil spirits. It is the fierce

defender of coral; it devours

thorny arms that scrape reefs bare.

It is succulent flesh embedded with

chatoyant pink stones, all cased in bone.

It shines dawn, sings dusk; it eats, is eaten.

It is the shell and the creature that makes the shell.

 

 

Books Available
Dervish Lions
The Day of My First Driving Lesson
Country Well-Known as an Old Nightmare's Stable
High-Voltage Lines
Knocking from Inside