Sidewalk Cafe Table Paper Napkin Poems

Afternoon walk close in and find a cafe with sidewalk tables to sit out with an espresso, on watch and wait. Wait for some light that might soon start to seep through a cracked world. World War II and the Nazi army advances on Paris. You can hear artillery fluster the banlieues. Do you try…

The Political Fray Replay

What does it mean to “vote one’s conscience”? Isn’t the conscience that comfortable place where sleeps one’s presuppositions, unquestioned assumptions, background biases, wishes, wants, and whimsy? James Joyce was three months old when in May of 1882 two high-level government men associated with British rule were assassinated in what came to be called the Phoenix…

Poem for Ones Who Know One When They See One

What W. H. Auden said “In Memory of W. B. Yeats,” not modified in the “guts” or on the blog: “For poetry makes nothing happen: it survives” so there it is, no one need worry. “Encore! Encore! More! More!” OK, ok, settle down; this is no time for pathos, but, “Wild nights – Wild Nights!”…

Privacy Poem

Where do we get this notion of privacy? Is privacy a value, or is privacy a virtue? If privacy is a value, it’s simply a worth we want, and what we want is not always what is good for us: we want alcohol, tobacco, and firearms; fast cars with sound so loud we need earplugs;…

Poetics and Politics: Notes on “Poets for Corbyn,” a Berfrois e-Chapbook

Is poetry a sturdy platform for political action? Aren’t poets the ones following rabbits down holes? Jumping into ponds to hug moons? Talking blather and twittering sentiments to one another across an inky night? Politicians often twist tongues, glossolalia filling their cheeks, but what they speak is not usually considered poetry. “Poets for Corbyn,” another e-chapbook…

Mkgnao!9: Alien Cats from Outer Space (A Minidrama)

Abducted by alien cats from outer space and whisked away to a faraway planet then shot back to Earth from a circus cannon cocked with physicist rubber string theory, a cat cannonball, Scamble tries to interest Cramble in a tabloid worthy extraterrestrial tale! Cramble: [Silence] Scamble: “And you have nothing to say?!” Cramble: “Does this…

A Cat’s Argument

“Aren’t you hot sitting on that heater vent?” “Alas, summer so fast has passed.” “Yawn. Fall curls my tail and bristles my fur. Just yesterday you were complaining of the heat and wondering if summer would never end.” “Shelley was right: ‘We look before and after and pine for what is not.’” “I once lived…

Argument in the Time of Apples

Torqued antipathy apparels dimple  dented funny car, idling gear limbed, oiled, greased, and garbed wardrobe red, beaming barbs, wavy hair flames bursting from the fat winged fenders of his 1950 hot rod roadster, and the countdown lights go green, and the ground springs, and the asphalt melts to sap; meanwhile, in lane next whole daddy,…

Seven Variations on a Sentence

1. Build box fill with content space controls design states theme bounces against thesis walled margin defined area filled with persons places things painted drawn and quartered in actions still within lines. 2. Build tables cells macro plots instruct how to within what build city filled roads on roads place persons places things actions ruled…

Vowel Trial Balloon

“Baby I wove you Ain be mine wover too.” “Nary time owns you Ain me I go undo.” “Say me try toned prude Nay ye buy so two.” “Wage fee I know you Say ye sigh oh adieu.”

Tales of X & Y: 1 – Teeter-totter

X thinks Y imperfect. Y thinks X exaggerates. X tells Y, “Why can’t you be more like me?” Y replies, “You have no balance. You don’t know how to share. Life is a teeter-totter.” “I’m walking down to the tavern for a beer and some darts. Want to come?” X asks. “I think I’ll stay…