Wednesday, August 17th, 2011
The factions failed to
realize their vast divides
as they shared borders.
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Wednesday, August 17th, 2011
Lost on an island,
the palms sway softly above …
till the alarm calls.
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Wednesday, August 17th, 2011
“What makes you tick?” she
asked. “Cynicism,” he said.
“My bread and butter.”
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Sunday, August 14th, 2011
A light dusting of
flour coated the counter
top, the baker, too.
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Saturday, August 13th, 2011
The right fielder went
home, the shortstop dropped back, and
the coach prayed for rain.
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Friday, August 12th, 2011
The capitalists
shuffled their feet, unable
to stay with the beat.
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Thursday, August 11th, 2011
She followed closely
behind on the wooded trail,
seeking only peace.
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Wednesday, August 10th, 2011
One last jump in the
pond, one last afternoon storm,
one last ice cream cone.
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Tuesday, August 9th, 2011
All the world’s knowledge
came in a small, battery-
powered wizard’s box.
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Monday, August 8th, 2011
He would visit the
crumbling well often, hoping
to refresh his joy.
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Sunday, August 7th, 2011
The busy bee flew
to her appointments, leaving
a pollen of smiles.
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Saturday, August 6th, 2011
The weighing of life’s
petty injustices pales
next to real trauma.
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Friday, August 5th, 2011
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- the eggs-ecutioner
One yolk screams in pain,
while the other lies stunned in
silence. Fried to death.
- eyes of the storm
Cameras caught the herds
of twisters stampeding through
the defenseless towns.
- like so many matchsticks
House after house, a
school here, a church there, toppled,
tossed, decimated.
- the cruellest month
Goodbye, April. You
were needlessly heartless and
ripped the earth apart.
- the thin multihued line
They came with shovels
and water, prepared for the
worst and found horror.
- they got him
Navy Seals take out
Public Enemy No.
1. Justice at last.
- where the streets have no names
The teen worker stoops
to spray-paint the asphalt with
the name of the road.
- walk on
Can’t say where it is,
but I know I’m going home.
That’s where the hurt is.
- what lies beneath
Among the rubble
lies broken china, ruined
clothes, maybe some hope.
- on guard from the looters
The men with guns keep
watch from looters, yet all that’s
left are bricks and boards.
- setec astronomy
The surprise became
anticlimactic when the
big secret wasn’t.
- you are my sunshine
She passes me notes
throughout the day that light up
my darkest hours.
- how to bag in paper
Heavy at bottom,
cold with cold, squishy at top.
Not really that hard.
- march of the mortarboards
Come forward and get
your piece of paper. It’s a
ticket to somewhere.
- gotta get down on friday
What happens when pop
culture collides with online
notoriety?
- the shortest spring
For a week or so,
the outdoors were a delight …
till summer heat hit.
- no hazing
The jazz club had a
hot band, whiskey shots and no
smoking permitted.
- the out-of-towners
In the car they hopped,
carefree adventures ahead
on the highway out.
- a toddler’s worship
The little boy in
the jumpsuit ran among the
pews in search of God.
- to prowl the jungle
The little creature
dreamt of hunts in the wild and
running free, bounding.
- the recipe that takes the longest
Three ounces of a
missing ingredient means
one more shopping trip.
- doomsday never happens on a weekend
God would put doomsday
on a Monday so He could
see who went to church.
- written in the wind
Lovely words have no
place in a visual, non-
stop society.
- bright city
The glare overtakes
the view, pierced by the solar
flashes from afar.
- the tough road
Easier to tear
something down than build something
up. Be a builder.
- x-ray vision
Knowing people so
well prevents mishaps, even as
others are lured in.
- heat spell
Sizzle, sizzle, burn
and fizzle. Need a drink to
mix with a swizzle.
- wikileaks 2021
Pics of everyone’s
genitals, old cell numbers
and who we slept with.
- the methodology of caring
Form a committee,
then another, make a chart …
Or help as needed.
- mindset
The body is slumped
in the cubicle chair; the
mind lies on the beach.
- the lighter load
The load in life seems
pretty heavy, till you see
someone being crushed.
- spokes people
Armies on cycles
hug the turns and revel in
open-air freedom.
- words with friends
The coven shared its
secrets, whispers of truth that
were concealed as dirt.
- some sacrifice
It’s easy to show
support of troops who have passed.
Support the living.
- color me bad
Being saintly does
not fit; neither does being
evil. Good and bad?
- states of being
Schrödinger’s cat slept
and yet did not sleep in the
afternoon sunbeam.
- 3-digit days
Hot isn’t the same
as Alabama hot, which
demands AC, tea.
- trimmed to the dirt
They hacked at the land
till all that was left were spots
of light green and brown.
- love takes courage
If hate takes fear and
magnifies it, love takes cour-
age and rewards it.
- sermon on the hillside
Father Donovan
blessed the sacrament, and the
choir rose to sing.
- empty rooms
No one has lived in
the stately cottage for months
as the weeds grow round.
- the respectable
The respectable
never sully themselves with
the commoners much.
- school lunch 3.0
No more tater tots
or chocolate milk, just healthy
food no child will touch.
- a gamble with the law
Politicians and
gangsters huddle to try to
beat the legal house.
- trust issues
Trust isn’t given,
it’s earned. Or is it other
way around? Faith … fate?
- fountains of youth
A mad dash through the
sprinkler, and then another.
Giggles rain like drops.
- comfort breeds forgetfulness
The plight of the storm-
tossed is lost amid keeping
track of mundane tasks.
- games of chance
Bingo, poker, craps,
roulette, slot machines, blackjack
and state politics.
- 511 days till election day
The debates have kicked
off. Why should they wait till last
minute to sling mud?
- till you’re safe and sound
Could you not be sad?
Could you not break down? After
all, I won’t let go …
- the forecast of doom
Snowstorms and ice, hail
and tornadoes, three-digit
temps. Two seasons in.
- it’s good to be queen
Gazing upon her
subjects, she could not help but
feel pity, contempt.
- texts from last week
“Going 2 teh store.”
“Will U get me some cookees?”
“I M not yr slave!”
- spaceship mirth
Golf ball of giants.
Is it below par? No way.
The club must be huge.
- drippy days
The ice cream started
running through the cone’s tip way
before the first lick.
- all summer in a day
Margot spends hours
trapped in Venusian closet.
Ultimate sunscreen.
- dark as a rule
Navigation would
be impossible save for
headlights in blackout.
- the march of digital progress
Ancient browser wrecks
coded work of art. Time to
upgrade, damn Luddite.
- elevated tweetup
The birds perched on the
power line, gossiping on
the juiciest flaps.
- mother nature has the power
Power blinks out once
more. No TV, no laptop.
And there goes the milk.
- the unwelcome stranger
Immigrants welcome,
as long as they smell OK,
work hard, have papers.
- approach at 0 feet altitude
Cars stuck in holding
pattern circling for pick-ups
of worn passengers.
- the untended yard
The most noxious weed
wasn’t in the ground, but out
spreading seed elsewhere.
- snack attack
The tiny candy
bar pacified the tummy.
Until the second.
- halftime 2011
Break out the bands and
the cheerleaders. We’re down by
a lot, but not out.
- the watermelon patch
It comes in red and
green and cures the craving for
spitting seeds around.
- the past in pixels
The one gallery
brought back moments from childhood,
both joy and sorrow.
- a weird distance
Seeing people you
thought you knew well puts a weird
distance between you.
- the freedom to
Speak, move, assemble,
disagree, vote, worship, bear
arms, have a free press.
- summer harvest
Into the basket
leapt the tomatoes off the
vines, the corn from stalks.
- the lightweight
It took one beer to
do him in. One more sip and
he would’ve passed out.
- faux foe
Not the virtual
enemy that has all the
luck, but your own fears.
- the house of no repute
The foreclosed abode
waits to be adopted as
the weeds take over.
- cheap lunch date
They shared a tuna
sandwich, apple slices and
an entire park.
- desert without sand
The hills shimmered in
the blistering sun. Green turned
to waterless brown.
- pack of pugs
They patrol the rooms
together, snorting, sniffing,
waiting for scratches.
- trees skinned alive
Above the blue tarps
are the missing treetops, shorn
clean by tornadoes.
- barstool brigade
The old timers sat
and drank their cheap beer, whiling
away their problems.
- the twist
The twist turned out to
be that everyone lived quite
normally henceforth.
- trappings and such
Mere trappings do not
make the man, but only serve
to ensnarl his soul.
- coming attractions
The lights went down, the
previews began, the viewers
hushed, the magic flowed.
- over the hills and through the woods
We wandered through the
forest like lost children who
never want to leave.
- doorstep to doorstep
The tiny package
moved through the pipes on its way
to obsolescence.
- her name is mud
The babbling brook calls
to her as it digs into
the dirt and the dust.
- only so much hustle
Go! go! go! until
the couch beckons, lulling you
into deep slumber.
- listmania!
Too many to-dos
pull brain like taffy, stretched thin
and icky sticky.
- a new horizon
The ship sailed on, blind
to the typhoons and monsters
that lie in her path.
- sunflower sunrise
Flowers brightened the
morning at the market like
a bouquet of rays.
- hearth strings
The melodies of
a violin filled the house
and it felt like home.
- subtext is everything
Gentle questions hide
another agenda from
those innocent ears.
- a distant boom
Summer thunderstorm
rolls by with great acclaim, leaves
trail of low echoes.
- the soul of a soul singer
She couldn’t escape
the pain of living, yet her
smoky voice lives on.
- the dare
When a coward asks
you to call him a coward
to his face, do it.
- box lunch, lunch box
The bento had not
been to Japan, but carried
a taste from far off.
- and they still bring the mail to you
Bills and flyers, cards
and offers and misaddressed
junk cram the box full.
- almost all natural
Her diet involved
fruit, vegetables and water,
with a few milkshakes.
- subtle interrogation
The unwitting soul
knew nothing of subtext while
answering the text.
- the years, they go by so quickly
The candles pile up
atop the cake, the regrets
flow like unchecked tears.
- factions
The gangs eyed each group,
wary of agendas and
motives not their own.
- cozy sheets
Bed calls out, don’t leave,
in a sultry soothing tone,
but work screams louder.
- withered fortunes
Myrna watched her life
savings evaporate in
the wink of a lie.
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Thursday, August 4th, 2011
Bed calls out, don’t leave,
in a sultry soothing tone,
but work screams louder.
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Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011
The gangs eyed each group,
wary of agendas and
motives not their own.
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