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”

A soup poem

Basic Soup

 
Start at sunrise
in the CrockPot
soak up the patience of a day
let the butter
and garlic get
to know each other
get acquainted
with the holy mirepoix
add beans
Simon & Garfunkel spices
plus others. At sunset
turn the dial to Warm
Serve in darkness.

Tweetspeak Poetry: Reading in the Wild, August’s 2018 Pages

Published September 7, 2018

Reading in the Wild: August’s Pages

‘A Map for Samwell Tarley’

A Map for Samwell Tarley

 

The hills and rivers remain. That is all the map you need.

The scraps of lands where others have traveled ~ you will journey

Past all that. Bring your pen.

Roots will trip you

Ravens will fail you

You will mislay your bundle looking for light

Forward you face each long mile

When you can’t walk, crawl

When crawling fails, sit, not quite quiet

Fill in more of the map

 

 

Tweetspeak Poetry: By Hand: Pets

Published August 31, 2018

By Hand: Pets

Tweetspeak Poetry: ‘A Winter’s Tale’ & ‘Exit, Pursued by a Bear’

Published August 30, 2018

Great Friendship Tales: Shakespeare and ‘Exit, Pursued by a Bear’