The uniform of ever after (On reading ever after, a poetry chapbook by Robert Martens.) All small letters of the English alphabet are jealous of the characters who got set into ever after – a socialist utopia of egalitarian equivalence with no capitals in sight. Syntax wars of who comes first in sentence or name… Continue reading The uniform of ever after
Love Of Fare At the poetry fair verbiage fills the air as I sample each poet’s concoction: haiku-rich canapes, free-form salads, parfaits of thick verse, sonnets baked to perfection. Wine of symbol and sound, liqueur lyrics abound I’m becoming an addict of diction, till I stumble around very drunk on profound poems that make my… Continue reading Love of fare
Curling In the hack and grip your rock crouch and graceful glide precise eyes on broom across the sheet send the stone along the ice. Skip is yelling from the house to the sweepers, “Hurry hard!” Rock is light and slowing fast comes to rest, a perfect guard. Rival stone sits in the rings they… Continue reading Curling
WARDROBE OF SHOES Runners and Mary Janes oxfords and flats flip flops and sandals with matching straw hats that’s what you’ll find in my wardrobe of shoes cushy and wide or my feet sing the blues. I long for platforms stilettos and mules slingbacks and dress pumps with sparkly heels but my old feet are… Continue reading Shoe closet
Somewhere people hurry somewhere alarm clocks ring somewhere typists worry about each picky thing. Somewhere there’s a schedule of things that must be done priorities and lists rule while I lie in summer sun wondering, Will my book last? Will swimming help my burn? I need another repast! When is it time to turn? ©… Continue reading Somewhere
Avalanche area at A&W Bridal Falls & Box Canyon. Check your fuel through critical accident zone Dinotown to Dry Gulch. Exit east onto Flood Hope road & Falls Lake. Gas up for the Gold Rush Trail. Hope for huge savings and Important route information at Jones Lake & Juliet Creek. Keep right except to pass… Continue reading Langley to Kamloops ABC
Spring isn't pallid snowdrops shyly coil'd in chilly Feb. It isn't jewel primulas or burgeoning rhodo's red. Not hyacinths poking through dirt or blossom bursts of plum, not heather clumps abuzz once more with bees that float and hum. Not tulips or camellias unfurling on the scene, nor lilacs or forsythia soon giving way to… Continue reading Spring Isn’t (because it is that time of year again)
I dig through just-arrived groceries for Cracker Jack and Pink Elephant Popcorn hold cinnamon hearts tight with my tongue till my mouth is on fire pick sweating Smarties and licorice shoelaces off the icing of my cake sift through green cellophane straw to find the last chocolate egg gobble a bag of jujubes at the… Continue reading Candy Year
Mrs. Beasley packed her purse fearing things would just get worse: gloves and flippers, skates and socks lotion for the chicken pox rain umbrella, steaks and fries drops and goggles for her eyes cell phone, blanket, tire jack a map so she could make it back pound of breath mints, whistle, mace sun-screen to protect… Continue reading Mrs. Beasley Packed Her Purse
Welcome to the Country Airport, also called the Loveless Hotel Would you care for something to drink? Ultramarine or Blue for their colors passing through us? Fire aged by Rosicrucian in the basement? Perhaps a light hors d’oeuvres on the funny side, or otherwise something more substantial – unholy sonnets or serious concerns? Our specials… Continue reading Welcome
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