Hey, why not ask for more? Baby, that’s the way I feel. You can stand me at the gates of hell, but I won’t back down. Take a lesson from the strangeness you feel. Fate must have a reason, why else endure the season of the hollow soul? The waiting is the hardest part, But … Continue reading A Cento for Your Thoughts
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!