Archives for November 2018

Tweetspeak Poetry: Children’s Book Club: ‘Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl’

Published October 11, 2018

Children’s Book Club: “Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl”

a rule poem

RULES

fear history
fear boats
fear tribes
fear isolated roads

fear freckles
fear sun
fear floppy hats
fear the battle won

fear infrastructure
fear trucks
fear robots
fear the machine that mucks

everything up. Fear stars
Fear light
Fear dark
Fear bumps in the night

Fear assurance
Fear calm
Fear fearlessness
Fear too much balm

Tweetspeak Poetry: from Reading in the Wild to Reader Come Home

Published October 4, 2018

Reader, Come Home: September’s Pages

Tweetspeak Poetry: By Hand, By Heart

Published September 28, 2018

By Hand: By Heart—”Ulysses”

Of dishwashers and water nymphs

Warranty

There are gremlins in the dishwasher
(or elves, possibly grumpkins)—
regardless

They are aggrieved
apparently they prefer Cascade Platinum
disdain Finish Orange so

they withheld heat
mucked up the circuitry
punched holes in the filter

The Sears guy says, “No, ma’am.
those Samsungs—read the reviews.”
“Or maybe gnomes,” I insist.

“Do you want the extended home plan or not,
ma’am? It would cover everything in your house
and drop your cost today to 80 bucks.”

“Does it cover Pixies? Fairies? Sprites?
Hobs and Gobs?
“Ma’am, I gotta truck fulla parts.

I don’t know nothin about no supernatural creatures.”
“Oh, sir! Thank you, yes. It could be a minor goddess,
a wicked water nymph.”

The repairman with his belt of tools and wifi-enabled tablet
looked into my soul, then glanced left, then right
and whispered, “My money’s on Aphrodite.”

Tweetspeak Poetry: The Red Brick Poetry Box

Published September 21, 2018

A Not So Random Act of Poetry: The Red Brick Poetry Box

‘Pass/Failed,’ a poem

Pass/Failed

 

Who decides
the grade drawn from life’s debris?

What highlights
(purely luck) get an A?

Are points
deducted when the creeks overflow?

Pictures don’t
do the scenery justice–earning a C
because the light wasn’t right.

We come
in second, a solid silver B.

In the
unusual seasons, when we gallop past the D-
straight on to failure in our big-girl boots.

Those are
the seconds of destiny we carry as ghost-friends
shadows from which we are never unsewn.

Tweetspeak Poetry: Children’s Book Club: ‘Brown Girl Dreaming’

Published September 14, 2018

Children’s Book Club: “Brown Girl Dreaming”