•August 10, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I want to write
But the words have been taken
By a clever she-cat named
My disconnection
Carried off by their nape
All quite dead-limp but safe
She guards till they’re full grown
For all our protection


Photograph taken in NYC in 1925


•July 25, 2019 • Leave a Comment

When you can’t use your hand
‘Cause you’ve sliced up a finger
And you can’t use your foot
‘Cause you’ve broken a toe
There’s not much to do
On your long list of “have-to”
But sit tight on your own ass
And (@$#&!) give up control.

– me

Painting: Waiting by Rachel Rochford

But Even So

•July 23, 2019 • Comments Off on But Even So

Whoever calls me
Crazy I wear my mess in
Many hearty words

Image: Hallelujah Anyway, book cover, Kenneth Patchen.
He is the subject of Jimmy Buffett’s “Death of an Unpopular Poet.”


•July 23, 2019 • Comments Off on Patience

I guard a tender heart
That breaks too easily
A tiny creature warm
And caged for keeping
Safe she gnaws the bars
Down to rust and bending
Pulls at them hard
For freedom then
She chirks and flips
Dances wild for connection
But bites and bleeds
The hand that too quick
Reckless reaches in

Painting: Mouse Ears, by Stuart Dunkel


•July 18, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I am tired, Smile
Of learned men
With dangling Truths
Instructing me
To ignore my own
That my Dear mind
These ears and eyes
Which plainly see
Are not quite
Sane or trustworthy
That all my past
Experience, Hun
My history
Was never real
Especially when
It contradicts
Their narrative
Divinely crafted comforting
Lowered, Sweet
Will equal peace
To spite the cruel
And gathering
That joy
Lies waiting
In their hands
If only I would
Princess, please
Just blind believe
The thinking they
Provide for me



•July 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment

The leaves are falling early here
But only in my yard
It looks like autumn with each breeze
And the easy days turn hard

The squirrels and I we hunker down
Like days that lose their length
A freeze it gathers, heavy now
Before we’ve saved three seasons’ strength


Painting by Helene W on


•July 16, 2019 • Leave a Comment

I found an ace of spades
And fixed it firmly on a spike
It functioned well
Bejeweled my hell
But left its pointed scar behind


Painting: Ace of Spades, by Jimi Gleason

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