Toward a Rhetorical Ocean

When does a bummer become a hell? For the average surfer, an ocean with no waves is but a bummer of a morning. The lull will pass. Need to pull some maintenance on the surf rig, anyway. But one can’t escape the hell of other surfers when the swell does come in. “All those little…

After Words

After whirls listen whale hush comes the cat jigs the bat for your cares ward off dangerous asks. For love these old letters wild bedraggled wag around nest of gnarled grunts mosses bones hair vines. The old alphabetical guard strains in place at attention runes assigned ward beds grand command inspection. Sparse words heal after…

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…

“Saltwort” Book Launch!

“Saltwort” is selected poetical writings by Joe Linker, author of “Penina’s Letters,” “Coconut Oil,” and “Scamble and Cramble: Two Hep Cats.” Forward by Salvador Persequi. Includes 109 pieces. US readers may participate in a paperback giveaway: Winner: Every eligible entry has 1 in 4 chance to win, up to 4 winners. Requirements for participation: 18+…

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…