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,…

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…

Coconut Oil – A Novel Book Launch

Salty and Penina, the war torn, young couple from “Penina’s Letters,” return to Refugio in “Coconut Oil,” a sequel. They come home to Refugio (the fictional beach town located north of El Porto and south of Grand on Santa Monica Bay) in an attempt to retire a bit early. So forty or so years have…

Lady Gaga Sitting Cross-legged on Her Gomden

Largess the monstress Lady Gaga sunscalds her saga Lady who? Lady Gaga, aka radio caca from Saginaw hitchhiked qua-qua down to Lollapalooza maga a funny thing happening on the way to pay paga and on her gomden she sings her hagiography Her saintly lady hagiography with still a lot more to saga heorte abut America…

Heart’s Apron Sestina

Oozing down the sinuous sleeve the heart’s blood tempts the jackdaws to table to dine each bird a caddy for another’s purse whose ears exceed hearing and have eyes to eat who renounce not their heart’s guards but pronounce things with ease and clarity if left to their own corrections sop with erasure the heart’s…

Waltzing with a Loon to the Tune of a Whippoorwill

Henry’s loon waltzed into the room laughing laughing laughing at the phony moon rising over the pond-like screen laughing at Henry, at me, and at you too who scorned the whippoorwilled who loon-waltzed our way across the fall season who tweeted twitted twisted and tallyhoed on but what stilled the waters the antithesis of laughter…

Sestina’s Angel

Sestina falls prey to the sound silence of the Angel sitting in her lap playing with a ball of wireless a wireless webbed feline bureaucracy where pleas receive no reply and the sole sound is a silent catty wind and long days pass with nothing said of the terrible Rilke ranted something about beauty being…

Sestina’s Radio

My left speaker falsifies me, crackles, hisses, clichéd toad. I turn my right speaker to you. Surf wax fills the air, wave tubes squeezed tight. An unreal bird sings, pierces my ear with a ring, and to my radio welds me, night’s station holding tight, while in the surf singing toads fill the ringing air…

Peccadilloes; or, The School of No Sestina

Peccadilloes; or, The School of No Sestina In the School of No, every word sounds a peccadillo, every class closes a cage, every cage captures a rule, every rule regards no with gusto. No bites yes with gusto behind a fence of words. No, no, no peccadilloes; that’s the rule in the land of cages….

Big Dogs in Tall Grass

On the beach at Refugio we walked under palms through sea grass Small waves rolling off the point from curlers coiled and we’re Young and unafraid holding our long boards against our hips and in Summer surfers with yellow and green bangs and those days only a few dogs Peopled the campground under the fat…

Didi and Gogo Feted with Lifetime Achievement Award

A country road. A tree. Against the tree a bicycle. Quick! Gogo! What the hey? I was sleeping! Why can’t you let me sleep, Didi? The need for your heinie’s beauty sleep notwithstanding, Surely you’ve not forgotten we are to be feted, you hopeless hobo. I could use a new pair of shoes, though I…

Solstice Sestina: Whiteout on the Whiteboard in Winter

Whiteout on the Whiteboard in Winter The shadowless man in the center of winter drew nine snowmen leaving no shadow on the boardroom wall size whiteboard and sketched one goal as cold as snow nine snowmen into one who would wander. The snowmen started to wonder who in the whiteboard world would wonder such opportunity…