The Audubon warblers keep the time of their coming, Arriving on stillness of a storm, Their breast and backs as dark as low bruised banks of cloud, Rumps and throats as yellow as blooms of buckwheat. They throng this evening in the newly-leaved Tender-tipped canopies nervously weaving Through the catkins like frantic prophets Bearing… So … Continue reading Audubon Warblers by Kevin Cole — American Life in Poetry
Sunday Morning, Waiting for Spring!
The fabric of the hour is snow. It wraps and closes roads-- its net of drift slows every go, and nothing bodes but a weary afternoon of wait and tea--and slow hope there will be a soon when God is not sewing snow.
He?She? Renews a Membership
Her rhymes with sure. Him rhymes with dim. Rhymes have meaning, Sometimes demeaning. Which is something to remember when pronouning “member.”
A D-8T Cat, a Single-Wide, a Large Woman, and a Grizzly Bear
All the lights were out. Rain, snow, sleet and hail drummed, thudded, and pummeled on roof, siding, and window. Lightning flashed. Thunder rumbled. Sport cowered under the bed. Ritter opened another beer. Furrz licked her paws. Dwain bitched because the internet was down and you can’t WOW and massively murder multi-players when the internet is … Continue reading A D-8T Cat, a Single-Wide, a Large Woman, and a Grizzly Bear
Why the House at 6123 Flordock Road is Blue
If the goat had not come into the house, nothing would have changed. Meggy and Fore would probably still be married, Dick Alsmond would probably still be alive, and the house at 6123 Flordock Road would probably still be pale beige like all the other houses on Flordock Road. But enter the house the goat … Continue reading Why the House at 6123 Flordock Road is Blue
Even in Darkness
I have, on a moonless night, turned from the dark fail of mankind’s madness, to look on the dappled ageless sky-- before man made God and time-- and seen no emptiness, nor God, nor time— just the spark that gains my lively living eye. Here is a greater thing than faith: from dust of stars … Continue reading Even in Darkness
Millie Fray Brings God to the Open Mic
It is unlikely you know or know of Lon Darby. He is one of the unfortunate lost of our time—though if it were up to Millie Fray he'd be enshrined in mosques and temples and steepled churches right now. I had certainly never heard of him, nor of Millie Fray, before one night two weeks … Continue reading Millie Fray Brings God to the Open Mic
A Madman, an Architect, a Barber and a Clown Walk into a Fourth Dimension.
“So,” said the madman at the table, “Today’s topic appears to be Courage.” He said it with a capital because that is the way it appeared to appear. The clown and the architect looked at the clock. The architect was thinking about meeting his mistress in an hour. He was irritating on the monstrosity who … Continue reading A Madman, an Architect, a Barber and a Clown Walk into a Fourth Dimension.
I Only go Because I Need
I looked at the clock on the tower behind the big church, and it was 11:32. It was five hours and twenty-eight minutes until they served at the shelter. I crossed Main and went up 2nd past the fruity tutti bar. Everybody knows me here and just scowl and tell me to move along. They … Continue reading I Only go Because I Need
“S” is for Slipper not Heels
I handle names with my on-the-fly mnemonics. In this case I start with the "S" is for 'Slipper', and she is not wearing slippers but heels--deep heels, four inches probably. Then, "U" is for 'us' although we are not "us," but just her and me being introduced to one another by my wife. Then "S" … Continue reading “S” is for Slipper not Heels
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