September 17, 2018
22 Countries + 22 Grooves
We’ve traveled the world of 22 countries -
Alaska the only unvisited blank spot on our US home map -
and we’ve ended up here.
blissfully at rest.
For how long, who k...
in a narrow, hollowed,
of the pebbled unknown:
where do your nerves taper away?
do they derail themselves
off into milky granite,
or do they find themselves
Go to the water's edge
for Amphitrite's re-birth
Look from the deep sea
up to the horizon and
then up to the sky
the sea calls me back in
my spirit begs
to be next to that peaceful vastness,
my eyes long for water...
October 31, 2017
In morning shine we bask
thick skin protects prenatal winter air
from eating my bones.
Zip from navel to neck-
Only in the Sun’s shine do I feel warmth,
even wool covered toes.
It is one thing to see seas...
There aren’t four seasons; there are fifty-two,
and color and light’s changes mark that time.
Not seen enough of birds with light shot through
their over-hanging feathers, fierce like rhyme
Expect a high of eighty one
and a low of forty four
But is that low what is to come
or from the night before ?
Partly cloudy to partly clear
are they not the very same thing ?
A ten percent chance can appear
i read a story about mayflys
born on the banks
of the mississippi. they
swarmed and housed
in wisconsinite gas stations,
on the edges of bridges,
and only days later,
passed. just a memory.
i paid thirteen dollars
August 19, 2017
Michael Strauss & Tony Magistrale
The worst part of November is the
no. Implacable – as in no more light
or at least a different slant of it
appearing briefly from behind massive
bruised blue thunder heads
possibly laden with snow
August 17, 2017
Luis Lázaro Tijerina
Beautiful poplar tree in summertime,
You wear your black hair tied in a bun,
Your dark Sicilian eyes, sharp as an eagle,
looking out from your watchful face.
You remind me of the tall, taut trees
Of Southern Fr...
She lies in a glass box
on display for her beauty.
Not quite alive, not quite dead.
The stasis of limbo is held above
and all around
her. Decorative glass enclosure,
she can see the outside and
man made his nest
on a rail by the stop
to sit watch the kids
as he’s taking his drags
does he know I’m not one of them
does he know about
getting found on the wrong side...
Meryl Jean Kremer
Sometimes I think I could have been happy,
had I been born in the kind of town where
no one ever leaves.
Somewhere with an excess of open space and
a collection of creative ways to
Asa Thomas Metcalfe
Last night I fell asleep with my clothes on.
And my feet in my pillows.
I wrote half a poem on parchment paper,
And tucked it under the mattress.
I woke up in a bottle,
Like a moth who lost his way.