Who Stole My Meat? I'm halfway through writing a post about comic books, and it's an important topic, to be sure, and I promise I'll get to it soon, but right now, I have something more urgent to share: One time, someone stole all our meat. I'd forgotten about it - let bygones be bygones, … Continue reading Who Stole My Meat?
It's Nothing Main Street Rag Literary Magazine published my poem “It’s Nothing” this month in their Winter 2023 issue, bless their dear hearts. I hate to tell them, but “It’s Nothing” isn't literature. It's a poem about my old truck. I loved that truck, with a visceral and romantic love. What other reason could there … Continue reading It’s Nothing
Sangria Mom My mom was in court the other day, with her friend Carol. It’s not my mom’s fault. It’s not Carol’s fault, either, but the judge hasn’t determined that yet, because they got thrown out of court for not following directions. Clearly, this debacle called for a bottle of muscadine sangria. If you’re not … Continue reading Sangria Mom
Sensible Poetry In Leo Lionni's children's tale, Frederick, mice store provisions for winter - all except one mouse, Frederick, who doesn't work but instead gathers sun rays, colors, and words. How shameful, Frederick. You're like the grasshopper that dances and plays while the ants work. Reader, don't be like Frederick or the grasshopper. Be practical. … Continue reading Sensible Poetry
Susurration of the Sea I recently read a poem by Danielle Hanson in Last Stanza Poetry Journal Issue #13 (I'm in there, too), titled "Bringing Home the Ocean." Hanson uses the word sussering in her gorgeous poem, and much like the ocean itself, that word has been following me home all week. After a life … Continue reading Susurration of the Sea
Pollywiggle Pollywog I have a soft spot for amphibians, partly because they're so soft and vulnerable. Ask me my favorite animal, and I'll say "salamander." Unless I'm holding your Jello-boned cat; then he's my favorite. Or watching the blonde squirrel in my yard; then she's my favorite. But all the other times, it's salamanders. They're … Continue reading Pollywiggle pollywog
Punk Poetry You know why second-hand stuff is better than new stuff? Because someone else already decided it was good enough to buy in the first place. It's been curated. The really awful junk doesn't even make it to round two; the best of the best gets to advance to the finals, where it … Continue reading Punk Poetry
Percolating Poetry “It’s time for the Percolator. It’s time for the Percolator.” I was twenty-something. It was the early 2000s, and I was in Raleigh, NC at a nightclub called Visions (long since extinct). The DJ took center stage, and the crowd gathered 'round. "Come on up to do 'The Percolator,'" she said, and I … Continue reading Percolating Poetry
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