[This is a repost from December, 2021, a series I will repost during April for National Poetry Month.] Do you want to write poems? Do you already write poems? Sometimes writing poems is easier than other times. Important to writing poetry is incorporating the mindset of having a practice. Make poetry a routine part ofContinue reading “On Writing Poems – part 1 – establish practice”
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The Hotbox Behind the Books
In the bookshelf, below the window and behind the spines,above the heater, once winter’s arrived,is the hotbox, where you’ll find Ninja,Her Majesty, curled and asleep, or reclinedand in thought, four legs stretchedand pressed to the wall in this space that we keepjust for her, for Her Majesty, who likes it warmwhen it’s cold, and coolContinue reading “The Hotbox Behind the Books”
An Aubergine Ending
-for A.B. She leaves her hair in the garden for the crows to build nestsI find it in pretty piles, purple piles like the restPurple piles, purple pillows, purple handles on the doorsPurple switches, purple toilet seat; all she touches, forevermore Outside, above the garden her murder patiently waits One scout announces first sight asContinue reading “An Aubergine Ending”
Don’t Be A Sexy Man
Be macho,not too macho, but be machoand be funny,but appropriate. Be smart,but not an expert, no onelikes an expert. But be smart,from your gut,feel it from your gut, like itwas born there; no,your loins, rather. Feel it from your loins, andsay it like you mean it,and be yourself. Don’t bring upyour loins.Be yourself, be yourContinue reading “Don’t Be A Sexy Man”
Who’s to Say?
The surface is frozen,faulted, slateCreaks like an old womanpulling herself apartover godA boysits by the stone cold river, whittling sticksbeneath the crystal tacks in the night,and dreams of an island garden,where treeshang bruised fruitHe carves his namein thickest trunkNext morning,woolly mittens and sleeves frozen to a drifthold his head above waterBlood hangsfrom his lipHis tongueContinue reading “Who’s to Say?”
A Secret Is A Fist
A secret is a fist,a clenched hand until opened and gone;and a secretlasts as longLasts as long,feels strong as a hand when closedA secret can strike,though a secretcan’t holdA fist held tight–knuckles wrong, knuckles rightIf in search of a fight,take secretsHands open widebeckon a spell; to give,or a telldepends so well on the deep blueContinue reading “A Secret Is A Fist”
Happiness is Warm Florida Sand
Bury me right up to my neckin the warm Florida sand,where I feel safewhere I get a tanWhere no one can do nothingto upset my feelingsas pure as this sandin which I’m buried,right up to my neck,and from which I sprout,like a leggy tree, out of the holewhere I’ve put my head,before I was buriedContinue reading “Happiness is Warm Florida Sand”
We Clean After We Eat
We clean after we eator our beans won’t pador our fur won’t sleekor our tail won’t tell quite so wellWe clean after we eator our ears won’t watch behind our backsWe clean after we eat(and for a good part of the day)or our comfort won’t napor our biscuits won’t kneador our curly won’t belly-up andContinue reading “We Clean After We Eat”
Ninja Will Eat Me
Ninja climbs up to my lap,not simply jumping, no, climbing, claws on display, topping me,claiming meI’m furnitureSo vulnerable, close-in like thisShe gives me best advantageI could so easily take her,both hands,swaddle her, confine and restrict her,as is my superiorityin physical size aloneSo this,full-cush on my lap, tucked-in,loaf-kitty;a display of trust? Thisclose, this vulnerable, on theContinue reading “Ninja Will Eat Me”
A Re-Post for Poetry Month
April is only the cruelest month if you let it be. Likewise, it’s only National Poetry Month if you let it be as well. For Poetry Month 2024 I’ll be posting a poem nearly every day, and, I’ll start by re-posting this little ditty about how to go about reading poems. Unless you don’t needContinue reading “A Re-Post for Poetry Month”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 