Thursday, March 3, 2011

Charles Baudelaire , The Exterminator

My latest offering over at Weekly Hubris shows how you can dispose of work written by pestiferous, pretentious pseudo-artistic poseurs by employing Monsieur Fleurs du Mal as a hit man. While you’re on the premises, check out what the other columnists have to offer!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

You Can Lead a Horse to Water. . . .

In my wildest dreams, Pegasus has me
Riding high in the saddle—

(Never a care)

*

When I wake from my nightmare,
I find myself bronco busted—

(Flailing the air)

Monday, February 28, 2011

Huuklyeand Cinquor Telling Us in Fifteen Words or Less Why Poetry is Still Alive

Poetry hasn’t died yet because
Everyone who's anyone's still wondering why

It’s alive.

Moderator’s comments: If this is poetry, no wonder everyone’s wondering.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Crepuscle

Inviolate

In the underbrush, a bed
Of crimson mushrooms;

In the clearing, a quilt
Of blue anemones;

Tucked away in the study,
A burnished copper

Penny for your thoughts.


Saturday, February 26, 2011

Chthonian

No more walls,
No more fight,
No more shadow

Boxing against light,
How deft we were all
At darting left and right.
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