Daily Archives: April 27, 2015
(Tryin’ to spare those of you who subscribe to me by email the triple ding.) Aching Backwards in a Deep Blue Sea Oh, I believe in yesterday. – The Beatles The backstroke be -comes her, be -lies the waiting sharks … Continue reading
a pair of hay(na)ku . Yesterday, the end. So much depends. Today, the rains. Too much remains. .. Read more about the form, and some awesome poetic offerings, at NaPoWriMo, day 27.
.. Having the slightest notion of what they knew, know they did it. There, today the beach is still. Similar shells, all are occupied by the sea. Eaten: birds, crabs, other marine creatures die of old; die as ancestors died, … Continue reading
(a palindrome poem) . Dammit, I’m mad. We few, we panic in a pew. (Red rum, sir, is murder.) I, bird rib. Evil olive. Gift fig. (No lemons, no melon.) I level solos. I name now one man. Oh, … Continue reading
. She is yesterday in Swahili, the ghost of something he once knew with his heart, the distant taste of cloves and whispered …………….(Kiswahili) kiss of native tongue. Here now, in this neon stretch of city, he loves her still … Continue reading
. Too much remains. The stench of frying onions. Vivaldi. Flannel, silk and the bite of steel. The ghost smoke of his pipe, rising in a whisp -ered song. Apocalyptic rain. . PAD, day 27.