I’m pleased to announce 2 of my recent poems have been published in the current issue of Suburban Witchcraft magazine. This is their fourth issue, and is the second time I’ve been included. It’s a beautiful collection of stories and art and poetry. My poem An Aubergine Ending, concerning life with my witchy night doulaContinue reading “2 Poems Published in Suburban Witchcraft”
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The Murdoch Ballad to Tucker Carlson’s Face
Tucker, Tucker get your face screwed on there’s a sucker, sucker just about to be born We paved the lane to your door, hung the shingle outside, all you got to do is sell them something they’ll buy While you’re at it, we got a little potion they might try It’ll make ‘em believe theyContinue reading “The Murdoch Ballad to Tucker Carlson’s Face”
Come On In, the Sand’s Fine!
Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die, chapter 4: Come On In, the Sand’s Fine! Thus concludes this four-chapter protest of the Sunshine State and its quick embrace of fascism. Remember, you can’t shoot your fear, you can only learn. Thank you for following along! Keep your heads out of the sand!
A Joke From the Future
Chapter 3 of Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die is a joke from the future. I was once arrested in Florida. I was arrested for smuggling books. But, I got off on a technicality. No one in Florida could prove they were books.
It Must Be the Sunshine
A short play about government-sponsored child abuse.
Happiness is Warm Florida Sand
Bury me right up to my neck in the warm Florida sand, where I feel safe where I get a tan Where no one can do nothing to upset my feelings as pure as this sand in which I’m buried, right up to my neck, and from which I sprout, like a tree, out ofContinue reading “Happiness is Warm Florida Sand”
A Failure of Imagination: a poem on the January 6 Insurrection
With a nod to Kurt Vonnegut and Bob Dylan, and a call-out with special thanks and praise to Sergeant Eugene Goodman. The threat comes again, and again, and again, rising like the wind itself, the threat of fascism. *The refrain Why? Why, why, why? Why, why, why? repeated twice in the poem should be sungContinue reading “A Failure of Imagination: a poem on the January 6 Insurrection”
Thinking of Bukowski While Gardening in Early Spring
In my last post I mentioned having little trouble writing, but tons of trouble figuring how to come up with an appropriate prompt in an attempt to connect with people via poetry. I want a prompt to have an openness, for it to carry little of my own intention or bias along for the ride,Continue reading “Thinking of Bukowski While Gardening in Early Spring”
Poetry Prompt #4 – spring, war, compost, Bukowski
I’ve had a time coming up with a poetry prompt since the beginning of the invasion of Ukraine. No problem writing poetry, just coming up with a prompt that seems open and kind. It’s spring, and as I sink my hands into the fresh compost of my garden bed and smell the living funk ofContinue reading “Poetry Prompt #4 – spring, war, compost, Bukowski”
WarWithoutWithin – crowdsourced poem #3
You thought you could stymie a poet by only supplying one line, did you? Only two words poetry friends; well you can’t stymie a poet. In response to the prompt, Where have you found yourself?, I received the line, In paradise, from old friend Russel P. Thank you! And of course you have! I thoughtContinue reading “WarWithoutWithin – crowdsourced poem #3”