Ponderable polemics, poetic

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  • Red Hook, Brooklyn. 07/27/24

    Sitting on the fringe of large patio contemplating retaining wall perch, New York Bay lapping gently every table, chair, square foot occupied genial reverie of twenty, thirty-somethings enjoying summer Saturday night companion and I well beyond the demographic   Our backs to Staten Island, I squint my mind’s eye at ancient brick-warehouse-turned-hip-brewery easily imagining much Read more

  • Documentation

    bar napkin crumpled, soggy torn palate slurred ink Picassoesque words Big Chief tablets beloved by 2nd graders, kitsch rhymesters used envelopes narrow canvas postage, odd visuals, broken windows work in cancellation stamp wanderlust, bonus angst matchbook cover epics cause inspired squinting haikus on receipts cannot be returned without merchandise in hand scribbles, doodles on pilfered Read more

  • Muse bemuse

    She has been a muse nothing more and everything less since we met as teens inspiration still flows from a fleeting reminder; hearing her name (commonly used by others out of parental laziness) the searing stubbed-toe pain of an emotional owie only she could’ve kissed and made better longing springs from trying to remember just Read more

  • A musing

    You seduced me. Drew me in played me for the fool and I bit took the bait tried to dart away only driving the hook in deeper now here I am at your pondering mercy; throw me in your creel fry me up toss me back let me swim away or watch me flopping for 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

  • 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