Originally posted on The Hermit Crab Tank:
Three people stood under the weak light of a streetlamp. The first was a tall young man who stood in a shabby black overcoat with a back straight as a rod. His short, dark hair was combed across his forehead, and each of the features on his long…
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June Challenge
It’s a new month! In celebration of this, I have set myself a challenge of writing in 15 different poetic forms, spending 2 days on each one.
Waking Dream
Was it sleep,
when these ancestors braved to part the veil,
delivering an almighty reply
past and present uniting future,
as it is now and ever shall be
After
He has seen things
he wants to tell us but
the words won’t come
they get hung up on the way out
snagged on the bits of wire
holding his thinker together
Coyote, 1
From the silence of the desert night
someone shook coyote awake
Paris Postcard
If I sent you a postcard
from the Tuileries
a real old-fashioned lick-stamp affair. . . .
Ode, to Coffee
Oh hallowed nectar, rich and capped in white!
Strongest cup of daily refuge. . . .
First Black-Out Poetry Poem
the room, well-dressed with
meticulously
tall, thin, angular
eyes like a thunderbird
Morning Observations
The song of the morning
is a lot of ecstatic tweets,
high pitched messages,
and low slung motor grindings
Evening, after the rain
The backyard glows
like an emerald, the leaves are
gemstones
The Poetry Patio 