Hard to believe?
Even dumb things astonish
By ringing true to the ear
To the sound tinkering thinker
Who does nothing
But listens simply to hear.
new old kid on the blog, with an occasional old or new poem written off the old writer's block
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
Of Poetry and Its Poetic
“Perfection Has It's Price”—
The Motto that Guides My Poetry Practice
--for Joseph Hutchison
Dear Joe,
It’s apo-
Strophic
Poesy re-
Turning,
Paying its price-
Less perfection,
Yours again,
With affection.
The Little House That Jack Built
There was a house here once,
Which used to house a jackass
Peering from an opening
That used to be a door
When a passerby appeared,
But he peers no more.
No more Jack, no more house,
No more door, no more glaring
Jackass, broken stones galore.
Which used to house a jackass
Peering from an opening
That used to be a door
When a passerby appeared,
But he peers no more.
No more Jack, no more house,
No more door, no more glaring
Jackass, broken stones galore.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Extra! Extra! Read All About It!
Weekly Hubris Hits the Streets!
Wherein 12 intrepid writers join forces against the alarming proliferation and dissemination of mass media skullduggery amongst the malleable masses. Get your copy now!
Wherein 12 intrepid writers join forces against the alarming proliferation and dissemination of mass media skullduggery amongst the malleable masses. Get your copy now!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Life Studies Light
Of its myriad meanings
One remains essential,
Which leads one to ask
If light is of the essence,
What is the essence of light?
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