This is a Portmanteau* story. I've been obsessed with portmanteaus, and this is the latest manifestation. It's a work in progress. She was a cortle, not a bratle, hovering under floaps, her friends the, Orish, swasting around her. The splurgling of her woret was beautilodius! But abwa, out of her woret, was the Dorld. The … Continue reading The Pond
This is a homophonic translation of Non sono in queste rive by Torquato Tasso. I'm sharing it because I laughed myself silly when I read the finished product. The idea is to find a poem in a foreign language and read it aloud and write down the words that it sounds like. It's a great … Continue reading The Ridiculosity
Soft as a sigh, light as feather It bonds them together. If bullies did loom The other lowered the boom. At the leaving of a spouse Sharing a grouse. Through motorcycles and sickness They became each other’s witness. You can depend On your sib ‘til the end. I don't usually write verse. It took a … Continue reading Some Kind of Love
Special pockets in her bloomers, Bottles hidden by her skirt. Rapid Railway Detroit, Monday riders, SRO. Then her bottles clink, No one hears her so she thinks. Whiskey down her thigh, Time to act before it’s worse. Stop at Harper, drop her drawers, Look around and out the doors!
It's been a month since I posted. Wow. I've been writing my novel and the first draft is about 75% done. The time when I'm not writing, I've been stewing about the covid-19 response here in our country. It breaks my heart that so many have been ill and that many deaths could have been … Continue reading The Great Divide