You say too much too much you lose the way and the universe seems too much for you. Not to make too much of this to make much of time, of hot, of cold, like a year in Chicago. Say you see her eyes move like stars way too slow and too much of nothing….
Words of Love
Honey, I’ve looked everywhere for the lost words telling your love for me in the kitchen compost bin in the basement of my heart in the attic of my ass (what a Fantastic Voyage that was!) through the crawl space between my breasts in the curls of my hair in the fishnets between my legs…
Around the point at high tide
…picking up somewhere we left off… The past is not enough to live on to make ends meet. what test passed avoids stays to wheedle this incessant urge past the tinnitus still sings proof below like wave bounce go easy under the sheer cliff and around the mossy point to the bay where the dolphins…
Scrap start with a comma
, and the Doodles on the radio just before the power grids out sing of the last rhino ringed. The past is not enough to live on to make ends meet. The colony runs consistent lanes running in opposite directions like lines of ancient text the queen home her future near but never quite here.
The Good Earth
Let’s make our planet good again think pigeons their T Rex origin. Oh wings of flesh and steel to fly you must first grow feathers. What cares the sloth slug squished by dino or sprayed with Ortho? As for Anthro won’t he be petrified up to his waste in his own coprolite? Rid us our…
Survival Manual
I was walking in Mt Tabor Park the other day, on a path rarely taken, steep on the south side, affording views of the college campus, its low buildings in the shade of the giant trees, the wide swath of grass between Gray and the cafe green but empty. I paused to reflect, praying peace,…
Pig Roast
In backyard rock lined pit dug underground for roasting of pig. This yr pig day a hot one. The pig on a spit put into the pit by two strongest men, kneeling over the mouth, where a wood fire burning overnight has heated the rocks molten. The prepared pig at rest in the hot rocks,…
An Old Cat
He ate no more, “Please me no tuna dish at your open door,” around the room a moat filled with stone worms. For bait he’d chummed kittens cutely perched in nooks of paper cut hearts. A trawler he rowed to catch the bones of relict relish. He went on like this and on, a sophist…
Mending Walk
on and on the walk the low wall climbing of something not the walk and come bestrewn the hill a wall of lifted stone and come to a low or down the hill a noisy neighbor to a low wall built ascending or descending harmonica wall built of loose so much depends on blazing…
Out of the Blue Review of Alma Lolloon
A fun and generous review of Alma Lolloon has appeared on Amazon. Here is a link, and I’ve pasted the review below: by, Rucker Trill 5.0 out of 5 stars so I must write to tell you how much I liked it. Right off the bat I thought July 4, 2018 Format: Paperback|Verified Purchase Dear Miss…
