Tuesday, July 30, 2013

A Coronach for Niedecker

There’s a livelier shine on the dead 
Leaves of autumn than in this lair 
And many a time my bonny 

Lorine had seen it there.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Pathetic Fallacy at Ground Zero

Aspiring leaves spiraling 

Soon to be fallen, 
Look out if you will 

On a sky without bottom. 

Friday, July 19, 2013

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Satiated Corpuses

[…the poet’s] entire body promises to satisfy our every whim and fancy
while we wait for his creative juices to start flowing once that first course arrives.*

You say

This fare is a bookworm’s
Unforgettable delight
Easily digested, my friend—

If so, why then

At the end the taste
Of gritty grubs ruminating
On tips of tumescent tongues?

*Blurb by one Randall Cann Standall on back cover of the Complete Poetical Works of X.S. Wasserbildj-Vandersluis, publisher unspecified.

Moderator’s comments: I don’t know about you guys but I’ve just about had my fill of Cinquor’s tasteless and tiresome efforts. The next time he sends me something like this, I’m going to return it to him with the following instructions (in block letters) on the envelope:  DROP DEAD, WRITE LATER.


Monday, July 15, 2013

Evenfall (2)

new moon 

a thin slice, old 

wrinkled sky cut 
deeper than skin 


Thursday, July 11, 2013

Metamorphosis, Hombre, As in Cicada

Si, still under

Only a shell
Of it

Self, nada.

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Monday, July 8, 2013

A Sentence As Curious As My Ten-Month-Old Granddaughter's Look

I have no way of knowing 
But it seems every time 
You look to touch my face,
Your little body’s trying 
Hard to flesh out what 
I hope you remember well after 
This bag of bones has gone its way. 

Saturday, July 6, 2013


no matter how sapped

still the solitary 
pine holds

its breath hoping 
for a fair wind

to take that breath away. 

Thursday, July 4, 2013


Big shot lightweight, that dark empty

Corner you thought you’d never 
Box yourself into, now riddled 

With cobwebs spangled 
With shooting


Monday, July 1, 2013

Tormented Soul

Some days you get up wanting 
So much to give all the love you have 
To the first person you meet 
Who tells you have a good day; 
Most other times you just wish 
Every last one of them would go away. 

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