Tainted: Remembering the Bush Years

Nothing erases

An era

Like an aura

Of indelible ink

Stains.

An Unjustly Overlooked DNL

I’ve overlooked the arrival of Sheila as another follower; my apologies and a hearty welcome!

Cat on a Killer Stretch of Asphalt

Believe me, what looks like

A flattened weather-

Beaten chamois de-

Composed on

The asphalt isn’t shamming.

Definitely Not Lemmings #29

Jim Moffitt’s his name, he hails from New Carlisle, Indiana and when he’s not painting watercolors, he’s a bicycling fool—my kind of anti-lemming. Welcome aboard, Jim. 

A Dedication: Some Poems from My Spanish Friend Mario

It must be an exhilarating albeit exhausting task translating Seferis, Elytis, Eliot, David Jones, Zukofsky, et al. into Spanish and all the while writing your own poems, but this is what Mario Domínguez Parra does, and he does it with all the passion of a Spanish Markos Vamvakaris: When the great rembetiko musician first heard a bouzouki, he vowed to learn how to play the instrument in six months or he would chop off his arm with a cleaver! Now that’s what I call dedication and I’m grateful Mario has it.

Tenderfoot

young heifer nibbling

cane shoots down

long river road, further up

road looking back, tough mama

moo-cow watches on.

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Going in Circles

Somewhere round

Here is a square peg.

Moderator’s comments: The apotheosis of the absurd in only seven words; however, what remains of my frazzled logic impels me to peg the odds at 99-1 that prior to writing this “exercise in futility,” Cinquor envisaged the specter of the great Archimedes uttering his famous last words “Do not disturb my circles” just before an enraged, mathematically ignorant Roman soldier “put him in a pine box” for what he thought was insubordination, when in reality all the good mathematician had in mind was to continue his line of thought undisturbed, outside the box.