Category Archives: Poetry

Your glass-cold belly holds my cheek above the waterline. The faded zönt* inside your belly-hole keeps sunlight from my ears. You smell like rust and ashes left that haven’t blown away, of days when I was reading Milton, drinking beer … Continue reading →

It shouldn’t be so easy, this love, and yet it happens – not unlike applause before the act even begins – the Poet’s double sees the girl and stunned cannot compose a single line, much less a word, as when … Continue reading →

Here is my first collection of sixty haiku, senryu, and a few neithers. I’m putting them here so I don’t get the crazy idea of submitting them elsewhere. They’re poems from the very beginning of my haiku journey. At this … Continue reading →

…With limericks and double-dactyls… There was once a schizo named Jeter or Joseph or Theodore or Skeeter He had a nice wife who said all of her life “…All I long for is a nice Peter.” I took a masked … Continue reading →

The rain is tapping out its morning song – A music not so common on the coast. Awaking, I am sure there’s nothing wrong… …Or is there? I’ve been sleeping all night long and ninjas creeping in would mean I’m … Continue reading →

Allegedly, on October 20th micro-blogging service Twitter killed the trending topic “No God” but left “Know God” trending. I don’t know if the company did it on purpose, if they did it’s bad publicity, but complainers need to remember that … Continue reading →

“…It has all time. It knows the people are a tide That swells and in time will ebb, and all Their works dissolve…” – Robinson Jeffers, from his poem Carmel Point. 1 All time. It knows; inside itself, it can’t … Continue reading →

Lately, I’ve been seeing things creeping by my vision a snake that slivers out of sight, a fly, even an incision, the computer’s power cord was a strange cat’s tail, hallucinations litter me with doubts, I’ve maybe failed to hold … Continue reading →

We had no shoes, the concrete scorched, we danced a jig across the parking lot. Like fleas escaping water – little periods on springs, except we cursed and yelped our pleas: Invent the magic carpet please! Oh would the car … Continue reading →

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