Category: words

All of these were inspired by Aram Saroyan’s (room now…) at https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/aram-saroyan   Windy afternoon The wreath knocking Let me in Let me in Gate I don’t have one But if I did Door I have to keep it open so my dog can watch me pee And for the current situation: room now door […]

Linda? No. Sherry? No. She used to work at Macy’s. Now she works at Kroger. I’m self-checking blueberries. “How are you doing?” I ask. “I don’t like to complain, but I have a big leak somewhere, because my yard is full of water, but I try not to complain and there is a stain growing […]

As I walked out one evening The life of images A thousand mornings Scribbled in the dark Voices in the air Not too far Upstream Mythology This prompt is from https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/23/finding-poems-in-bookshelves/

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 […]