Category: poetry
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I Am So Over All That Midnight Dreary, Pondering Weak and Weary
For me, the last couple of decades have been a glorious gambol. Sure, a couple of guys broke my heart, and a slew of annoying fine lines started creeping in around my eyes, but, on the flip side, I began investing in more expensive shoes, spooning every night with a man superior to those who…
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My Mom’s Visiting from California, and I’m Busy Chauffeuring Her and the Kids Around Town to Clang in the the Trolley, Toot in the Train, Bob in the Lake, Strike (Out) in the Bowling Alley, and Gnosh on Sweet Treats, So I Haven’t a Breaf in My Body Left for the Blogging I Really Want to Do–All of Which, In Sum, Means I’m Quickly Tossing Out a Poem I Love, One That Captures My Current August Zing
Indeed, this poem has a summertime feeling for me–bright and cornucopial and ticking along. I’d like to fancy myself the woman in this poem, but the truth is I’m more the lucky fool. THE RED PORSCHE By Charles Bukowski it feels good to be driven about in a red porsche by a woman better- read…
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Mounting Evidence That I May Not Hate Poetry
“Mom, how come you have that poem taped to the end of our bunk beds?” Girl asked a few weeks ago. She was referring to this: “A Supple Cord”My brother, in his small white bed, held one end. I tugged the other to signal I was still awake. We could have spoken, could have sung…