Ponderable polemics, poetic

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  • Proclamation

    Imperfection should lead to introspection, but as a hobby not your vocation it is no small concession to make the confession that I have long since (with light apprehension) blithely lived my life minus much regard for convention 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

  • 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

  • Passion

    He noticed her intensity sitting there, reading Trying to capture some of her bookish vehemence he prodded hopefully “Ahh. The plot thickens.” “Like old Hollandaise” she replied, without looking up He turned on the television, swearing off books Read more

  • Requiem for pals

    The roll call is read the dead members of a reunioning high school class twenty-fifth, thirtieth, fortieth… ‘In Memoriam’ reads the blurb on the back page of the program momentary reverence emceed and just for a briefest moment, time truly does stand still classmates remembering those whose eternity came early thinking of them as they were… Read more

  • Adrift

    Over a beer, I blithely told a friend bemoaning a lost love there were plenty of “other fish in the sea” unmoved, he was, as I noted “there are also tires, discarded refrigerators and sunken oil tankers” Thus inspired he raised his glass, made a toast; “Let’s hear it” said he “for the girls of… Read more

  • Distinctions

    “This is a God-forsaken place” she said ruefully, with a sigh “Not forsaken” I said, shaking my head in stubborn disagreement “more misplaced” patting all my pockets in mime,“like God when He can’t find his reading glasses”. Read more

  • Morning coffee

    Saturday. Early, but not too. I bring her a cup of coffee the rich stuff, good stuff our special Saturday blend. She stirs gently, like the brew I set the mug on her nightstand Pheromones blend with aromatic Arabica Saturday morning alchemy dissolves into Saturday afternoon Read more

  • Sweetness

    Memories of you scamper through my psyche like ants over the sugar cubes in grandma’s summer sugar bowl Read more