Seizing the Day on 7th Street

—after a photograph by Kevin McCollister

On the wall of what
Looks like a prison,

There is a timely message

Titled One at a Time—

A spiel from something called

The Christ Centered Three-step

Life Recovery Program,

Beckoning passers-by

To seize this once-

In-a-lifetime opportunity

For redemption—

All are welcome, it says invitingly

At the end, a scant three steps from

Even those condemned to stay

A lifetime away.

Weather Permitting, Visibility is Never Zero

—for Bob Arnold

It’s comforting

And nice to see

The moon that is

As big as our house—

As our friend says—

Is the same size

As the one he writes about

Five thousand miles away.

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Bestiality in Poets

Beware of gimp-footed idyllic gambols

That reek of Arcadia—a shepherd’s

Reputation is only as unsullied

As his sheep.

Moderator’s comments: Well, Cinquor, I know this is going to be in bad taste, and some animal lover doggedly plowing in the blogosphere’s lower forty looking for beastly remarks about our four-footed friends might get upset and flag me for promoting cruelty to animals, but I can’t resist this delicious, Orwellian-reeking rejoinder, to wit—“Two legs baaaaad, four legs good?”

Definitely Not Lemmings #34

I’m back after a twenty-four-hour Internet blackout of Upper Messenias which kept me “in the dark” but now I see Andreas Andersson has jumped on board and I thank him for that. Andreas has two blogs—both worth investigating—here and here, do you hear?

Black As Only Loneliness Can Be

Mid-February

In our flowering solitary

Almond, one lone starling—

You don't know how black

Loneliness can be.