chainsaw massacre

April 15, 2016 § 2 Comments

conceptually challenged

can’t say I take kindly
to this concept of city people buying
houses in the country to rent to city
people who want to spend time
in the country right off the bat
cutting down all the country trees


middle of the damned night

May 25, 2011 § Leave a comment

keeping track of time

middle of the damned night and I’m wide awake the book coming together flying apart in my mind as these things go 6 2 ups in, by which I mean half the pages done, and the type already distributed and I’m lying there thinking ohmygod the layout couldn’t possibly be right I’ve lost the vision of the which way it folds and how it lies and lays so here I am out of bed pulling out the mockup and of course it’s all just fine but now I’m wide awake novels to revise flyleafs to imagine hair appointments to make tea to drink
hard to imagine this otherwise most bed and sleepworthy godforsaken region which is neither morning nor night is when I used to get up for the pleasure of going to work, anyway what was just a routine get up to pee go back to sleep thing turned into an expedition but since I spent the day, now officially yesterday, finishing the typesetting for the last of the poems it’s no wonder really

and then as if it wasn’t bad enough he said as I was packing up for the day already jacked about printing the other sides, so, were you thinking you would do all the black (poems) before you printed the red (poem titles, and fleurons) ack…

loose flowers indeed

maybe now I can go back to sleep,

april 25

April 25, 2011 § Leave a comment


the mrs of the grosbeaks finally rolled in,

ordered only ½ the paper I needed, can turn a deaf ear but
miss the rain on the roof, going public I’m reminded

is being public for every side of the story there is
always another

and another, or


april 6

April 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

all back pocket & flowers the care-lee reel
Friday fling Saturday swing five six seven
wait Sunday hymn, what the cuff

ohdeargod, who
do I have to
blame for that

april two

April 2, 2011 § 4 Comments

beans under a purple umbrella

natural order

a riot of string & twigs
bits of paper on the landing

upside down tomato, tips
turned upward you can’t fool me

squirrel takes umbrage with cat
dances a jig three acorn woodpeckers

chick a dee never you mind
towhees taking their turn

wind in the bamboo not 
a bible in sight; an absence of




april one

April 2, 2011 § 3 Comments

april’s fool

god by any other name
is war no poetry in that


staunch crackle pop; a doodle

November 19, 2010 § Leave a comment

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