It’s funny to me, in my advanced age, how I would write so much poetry in my younger days, yet I never actually read any poetry. I still find myself unwilling and – if we’re being gracious – functionally unable to read poetry. It’s physically uncomfortable. Once I see verse on the page, my mind …
Category Archives: Poetry
Meter and Terse
I used to write poetry,But seldom had love to read it.That squarely makes mea two-faced, goddamned hypocrite. I wrote a bolus of verse,Asked my cafe friend to read it.He said it was shit, asked me who I read.Told him I didn’t need it. Offended, I asked whyHis opinion wasn’t so inviting,Without a pause he askedBy …
Amazing Gravy
Amazing gravySo good and brownGoes well withRice and beans One cup creamed cornTo wash it downDon’t mindIt’s how I eat
Eros: Miss, I’m Sore
I was bemoaning to a friend earlier tonight, what with the major icy weather event we’re having here in Austin, that I seldom get holed up in my house long enough that I connect with my creative drive to produce something artistic. The weather here is just so nice year round (until it is definitely …
Plug
So much artistic, emotional, creative constipation. Hoping for the right stool softener the break through so I can make the best shit in my life. Instead, clenching, hoping for diamonds.