Ponderable polemics, poetic

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Writers and Writing

  • Esoterically

    “Et tu, Brute?” exudes more raw panache than “Eebbeda, eebbeda, eebeda – that’s all, folks!” Abject profundity, treasured ironic historical declarations notwithstanding, as a poet and teacher of English language arts and crafts I am more keenly aware than most; when departing premises, punctuation trumps all. Read more

  • A poet goes Plato

    a bar napkin is a sometimes soggy palate Big Chief tablets are beloved by 2nd graders and poets used envelopes do the trick, postage paid matchbook cover epics cause inspired squinting haikus on store receipts cannot be returned hey, as long as the poem makes the page Read more

  • Timing

    Night comes, day goes – or vice versa. Who knows? Nocturnal vices of peers- beer, dancing, sex, beer in no particular order My vices of the night – words, paper, words am I more profound, or more boring – or vice versa? Who knows? Day comes, night goes Read more

  • Napoeton

    recouping pencil: triumphant, returning from my workload Elba Read more

  • practice run

    roses are dark red jalapenos can be too my rhyme scheme haiku Read more

  • Hiatus

    Its less a case of writers block, more bridge-is- out, take a detour Read more

  • Prodigal poet

    I’ve come back to visit been quite some time which is no specific, I know where I have been what has transpired in my absence is not all that important neither is the ‘why?’ I have returned here, to this time, this place to put pen to paper thought to tangible idea thoughts left behind Read more

  • KAAAA-boom

    Periodically, I implode my muse a well-placed charge when set off correctly, it does the job neatly, as it should, with a dusty cloud of self-regard blowing up something big irrevocably changes the skyline, surrounding landscape, leaving an wobbly pile of rubble to be climbed on and explored, sifted through, then hauled away Only then Read more

  • Concubine

    My mistress is verisimilitude a pliant robust and imminently sensual lover. Her knowledge of love,extensive, welll used on the likes of me and I have no complaints of how she treats me nor she of I. We talk we love, share passions that can only be shared by kindred souls who meet only on the Read more

  • Picasso Bunyan

    A poet friend goes to the piney north woods only after stopping by the local hardware store where he picks up paint-chip cards. Holding them up to whatever thing of nature he is writing about,he then aspires to be Crayola literate in his effortless verse. Lying in those very same north woods, gazing at a Read more