Category: words

The clouds and the cotton met somewhere past a horizon with rotary phones and mailmen who smiled and waved enchanted by dragon flies and June bugs with wings delicate as airmail envelopes stamped par avion

Wine Down Whine don’t Hair do Hair dye Hair spray Rock me baby Eric Clapton, hey hey My husband says, “I’m still trying to figure out instagram.” I’m still trying to figure out seventh grade algebra After 3 glasses of rose there isn’t insta-anything if you know what I mean All the way to Bourbon […]

Running at dawn around the lake’s short loop growing a novel in my chest, it’s my hobby, as childlike as jealousy when someone else gets to go first. The young trees were gnawed down by beavers or muskrats, it’s their hobby, so the varmints were trapped by some guy hired as pest control. Supposedly he […]

Avocados Cream cheese cream sickles Milk-both Yogurt Peanut butter singles Cheese straws strawberries I saw her look in my cart I remember she told us she loved avocados She told me about former students whose faces I barely recall and ended saying, “I’m glad I ran into you. I think I have accounted for all […]

  Birdsong arranged on a tray with Earl Grey and grandmother’s silver A chimera pocketed from spring wet with the scent of adventure and bergamot. A wink and a shadow from the bottom of the cereal box where the prize was supposed to hide.

You had me at soldier not warrior, nothing so confident, but a stance Decimation, every tenth word stoned to death You enlisted peculiar angles, a man-at-arms length trimmed of spirit and bathed in codes of syllables and lies that many welcomed as mere suggestions like Paris in spring I don’t know who this is about…Hemingway […]

Today a bluebird plucked all the nesting material out of the box. Twigs and dried grass in her beak she flew to some other site. Some other place where the air is not so arthritic and the cherry blossoms shelter enlightenment. Her thatchwork is provision, a blue feathered urge to the future built on a […]

Word Play Wurd Pray Close   near   Closss Close   to block entry   Clozzz Closest   superlative                         super  la  tiv                                   lalala  tiv to the […]

The Pots & Pans if my kitchen were a rock band Sinfonia de prodigious if my laundry were a symphony Suburban Sprawl if my neighborhood sang the Memphis Blues “I don’t wanna be alone in the darkness…” if Eminem was in my garage For an encore: The Chipped Dishes Quartet sings the country music classic […]

Between our walls shelter 2 x 4’s  insulation and mice bones   Inspired by Between Walls by William Carlos Williams