A Loss of Intimacy

How does one create a sense of intimacy with a blog? The very word, blog, heavy and lugubrious, suggests something one may not want to get too close to. Does intimacy imply a kind of secrecy, like the sharing of handwritten letters over time between two persons who have never met in propria persona? The Latin…

Counterpoint

This is another table poem – the words and lines formatted within the rectangles of a table inserted into a document. The table consists of 5 columns and 21 rows. A kind of counterpoint is created when the poem is read horizontally, vertically, diagonally. Formatting widgets (spacing, alignments left or right, cuts, etc.) have been…

We Are Sorry For The Delay

I had answered my ringing house phone to a recording. I put the phone on speaker, set it down on the counter, and waited for the caller to come on live. The recording continued, as if with indefinite intent. I opened Garage Band on my laptop and recorded the message, later adding the other tracks…

March Release! Saltwort, Selected Writings Poetical

Announcing, Scheduled for March, 2017 Release – Saltwort is the title of a collection of selected poetical writings from 1973 thru 2017 by Joe Linker, author of “Penina’s Letters,” “Coconut Oil,” “Scamble and Cramble: Two Hep Cats,” and “The Coming of the Toads.” With a Forward by Salvador Persequi! Still in proof and editing stage,…

A Load of Dirty Laundry

For you distressed I carry yr clothes hamper downstairs taste every word prior to yr ears like mosquito static in yr hair I sit on yr head snatch one with my tongue smell yr salty skin yr cheeks freckled read as shame burr sounds around yr funny ear fickle bone bowls. Still you don’t care…

On Letting My Hair Grow

I’m letting my hair grow. It’s starting to snow. Nothing to be done, Estragon fond. “Now I’m a donor,” I told Susan, “on the recent license renewal.” “They’ll take your anatomical hair,” she said, the young one at the Department of Motor Vehicles: “On your license, be a donor?” she asked me. “Sure, and why…

Bodig

break shoe tongue twist   flying by the seat   intestinal fracking of one’s pants from roof of mouth to eye bird nest prow brow head to head crown noggin fisticuffs fracus best foot forward tripped up from behind nose to nose dried honey crystals hundred years old rub a dub dub elbow grease unfair…