As I watch today’s changing sky, I am surprised to understand how little it reminds me of your eyes. If you expect more of me or this poem— perhaps that I should see, in that blue and changeling gray, some vast reflection of steady you, or that this poem should tell how love finds memory … Continue reading Contemplating Blue
Eric Studdard was working on his three hundred and twenty-third masterpiece. This one would be a winner for sure. He had spent the better part of an hour on it and the poem was currently two hundred and ninety-seven words long, with thirty-one lines and seven and ¾ completed verses. It was composed along the … Continue reading “Cynosure” Fumbles a Masterpiece
This morning Archie Dwiddlen was retrospecting about some of our old neighbors. It seems Alden and Issac were neighbors with a fence between them. There was a some confusion about who should maintain the fence. Alden was pretty sure it was Issac’s potion of the fence that Alden’s mongrel angus bull was sneaking through to … Continue reading A Neighbor, a Bull, Some Purebred Cows, and a Dilapidated Fence.
There is no other in this glaze— where in the eye is always I— and where a you is only haze or mere polish to clarify. Narcissism
Tantrump (usually a noun, neuter but used to refer to males only; back formed from the verb to tantrump; could be adjectivized, adverbed, prepositioned or weaponized)—a large mean souled personage who cheats on wives, employees, customers and other decent people while lying to cover his cheats. Also known for definite archaic racial views that postulate … Continue reading It Aint Original, but It Is What It Is.
The problem with parallel universes is there is no such thing as parallel anything. I mean, just stand in the middle of a Montana highway and look. Two white lines that, up close and personal, look like they are parallel and exactly twenty-five feet apart. But look really, really close and you see that these … Continue reading Parallel Means Someday the USA gets more Trumped
Of all the animals in this universe, the most ineffective, most inefficient, most diabolically destructive is that monster mankind. That we know of. There may be a planet somewhere out there in the nethers of space on which exists a sister species who is using their allotted two-hundred thousand years—give or take a million—to develop … Continue reading The Losing Champs of the Universe
Olaf Dinswuad was damned if he would let a light-weight hippie chick compromise normalcy and decency by exposing herself right there in the Dillon, Montana, MVA Licensing waiting hall. There were a lot of things Olaf damned-if about, but this was the damned-if to end all damned-ifs. When Olaf Dinswuad damned-ifed—which, as I have indicated, … Continue reading The Feeding of Little Phil Brudgditter in the MVA Waiting Room.
“Let me tell you something you are obviously as yet unprepared to incorporate among the few and scattered synapse of your simian superiority,” Bridget Olglaive said. I could see this was not going to be pleasant. Bridget Olglaive’s lectures were seldom pleasant, but always bit to the core. We went to them with fear and … Continue reading On Poetry and Lecture
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