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At Times Out Loud
I thank my sneakers for coddling my feet, My car for seeing me home safe, Siri for answering my questions, The comfy gray chair where I read For its pampering space. – I apologize to walls I graze, Chairs I… Continue reading
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The Tourist’s Tale
[I wrote this poem in 2019 after a day touring Leeds Castle and Canterbury. It’s VERY loosely modeled on Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales] A gleaming ship at Dover docked ‘neath cliff Of white round sev’n o’clock, anon the throng’d Pilgrims burst… Continue reading
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Sweet Potatoes, Storms, So Much To Learn
My wife says feeding our Granddaughter (!) Is a full-body experience. Sweet potato war paint, Oatmeal stalactites, Green beans gurgling through Sticky splayed fingers feet Frog-kicking in excitement Mouth mmmming blowing bubbles Eyes crossing as the spoon nears. – The… Continue reading
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Max’s Branch Office
Nimble on timber, limber and focused, Max lurks alert in his branch office. With gimlet gaze he skewers the squirrels Who carry on chattering high in the crown, Imperious and blithe and – alas – still alive, Despite Max’s dreams… Continue reading
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When Women Step Out of Songs
Alison and Billie Jean party through the night; Their aim is true, they dance on the floor in the round. Run into Carrie Ann and Delta Dawn, to their delight, Just playing games and waiting to be found. .. Elenore… Continue reading
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You Put the Villain in the Villanelle: Modern Pet Peeves
You put the villain in the villanelle, Your SUV sprawled cross two parking spots. A little act that brings a little hell. – In shops and trains you yell into your cell As if the whole world hung upon your… Continue reading
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A Mixed-Up World
In Libya’s capital of Tripoli, It’s difficult to locate a Bialy. *** Albania’s writers have formed a cabal That finds all works of AI banal. *** In Colombia, people love poetry so, That some poets may go iamb loco –… Continue reading
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Trench(coat) Warfare
I didn’t realize people pack When heading off to Nordstrom Rack So I was taken quite aback To see this sign upon the door. ** You brought your gun to Nordstrom Rack – do you expect trench(coat) warfare? ** I’d… Continue reading
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Whence My Line?
I It’s little known that Robert Frost Worked in a golf club’s Found and Lost Where one day he said to the pro Whose woods these are I think I know. II Emily Dickinson tore out her hair – Insomnia… Continue reading
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Aesthetic Synaesthesia
I like singers who write large stories about small worlds – Mitchell and Dylan and Isbell And Cohen and Wonder and Darnielle And Swift and Prine and Raitt And Browne and Simon and Waits And so many others whose songs… Continue reading
It Could Be Verse 