Ponderable polemics, poetic

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Philosophies

  • The trip

    Reading the patina-seasoned bronze postcard at my feet stokes no inner desire of mine to travel Details are scarce; dates, no places. This is premium vacation time, a long time coming traveling solo; no timeshares, no all-inclusive-cruise – hostel or hostile? No clue, just reading the postcard No routine platitudes, clichés; ‘having wonderful time’ ‘wish Read more

  • Not my tempo

    I have never danced with the devil. We have, however, chatted amiably around the punchbowl a time or two Read more

  • Old pros(e)

    (for Ron H.) A friend of mine – fellow poet – likes Bukowski while I much prefer Frost he disdains Ferlinghetti can’t understand why I don’t says Dickinson has no beat we share a fondness for Ginsburg’s rants, Stein and Plath, part ways on Whitman – my cure for insomnia, his touchstone in grass Over Read more

  • Bartender genome

    Sitting alone at a bar downing a row of tequila shots will earn you something from across the bar; griping rights, pour-out-your-heart privileges – at the very least, a knowing nod, acknowledging smile, tacit agreement, ‘go for it’ shrug Sitting by yourself at Starbucks counter coolly throwing back espresso shots while clicking away on your laptop Read more