Monday, December 31st, 2012
47 per-
cent, Sandy, Obamacare,
Aurora, Newtown.
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Sunday, December 30th, 2012
Maybe out-of-work
replacement refs can call some
balks or high sticking.
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Saturday, December 29th, 2012
The sound of high-pitched
drilling in the next room made
her squirm in her chair.
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Friday, December 28th, 2012
His sails unfurled, he
roamed the South Seas in search of
a cure for heartbreak.
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Thursday, December 27th, 2012
This haiku is so
played out. Twenty-seven is
the new seventeen.
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Wednesday, December 26th, 2012
When will Charlie Brown
discover the true meaning
of Kwanzaa? Good grief.
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Tuesday, December 25th, 2012
VIDEO
Video: “All I Want for Christmas,”
by Jimmy Fallon, Mariah Carey and the Roots
May your day be merry and bright!
VIDEO
Video: More than 3 hours of holiday hits!
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Tuesday, December 25th, 2012
A hurricane struck
the living room leaving shreds
and bows in its wake.
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Monday, December 24th, 2012
Santa’s helpers all
over the world sweat and curse
at bicycle parts.
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Sunday, December 23rd, 2012
Let the airing of
grievances bring out the true
holiday spirit.
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Saturday, December 22nd, 2012
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frenemies till the end
They couldn’t agree
on shoe stores, wine lists, small talk
or most anything.
that’s opera, doc
Everyone could tell
the dragon was fake when it
became a giant.
that song
That song reminds me
of gorgeous days, holding your
hand, laughing, crooning.
a day of rest
Even the dog plopped
down to snooze, paying no heed
to the yard’s squirrels.
tolerance goes only so far
The chosen kept a
humble presence, except when
facing the unblessed.
the hanging
The townspeople found
their spots in the square, children
laughing and pointing.
19 trips to the thrift store
She planned and sewed to
cover her curves. Barely. Best
Halloween ever!
beneath the carpet
Dusty matted scraps
reveal stained subfloor rolling
in uneven waves.
the hum of the vending machines
The break room seemed much
quieter after half of
the floor was laid off.
the fall brigade
Horses with dazzling
manes sweep in on blustery
winds to transform all.
coffee on the porch
He would look up from
his cup to see her gazing
softly at the trees.
petal fatigue
“Autumn is a sec-
ond spring when every leaf is
a flower.” — Camus
a litter of flags
Yellow molehills dot
the turf to interrupt the
ongoing action.
an afternoon quaffing
The bartender showed
us his preferred brew, but we
knew the taproom well.
romp the leaves
Master and canine
set forth on the trail, happy
to hide in the woods.
his only job was to bang the keys
The bride’s side and groom’s
side fanned themselves. The players
kept the tunes going.
the oldies station meets cobain
Grunge playing in the
elevator, Soundgarden
in the garden shop.
the new new prophets
Their cries of doom warn
that the end times are near, that
the future will be … meh.
dump the slump
Good posture can be
sexy, she said, as I sat
upright in my chair.
search, copy, paste, repeat
The answers we seek
can often be found once we
leave route 404.
give a hoot, don’t commute
Ralph poured out lukewarm
latte and swore as he drove
past the bus stop crowd.
a disciplined laziness
Every fiber told
her to do something, but she
kept still, unraveled.
save the darkness
Gazing upon the
night sky reveals the hazy
fog of light from Earth.
the new old season
Viewers tuned in to
see the spectacle, finding
reruns of concepts.
that’s using your head
The players spent their
later years in concussive
haze. The helmets? Fine.
the span of a few hours
Ennui, then blackout,
then worry, then terror, then
exhaustion, now safe.
vehicular gallantry 2012
Parking within the
stripes and letting fire trucks
and police cars through.
the elephant’s dilemma
The pachyderm sweats
over every stomped mouse and
fat joke ever heard.
for richer and for richerer
The way to riches
is down the aisle to marry
a wealthy old fool.
10:15 in the balcony among the daytraders
They discussed the world’s
affairs over the clatter
of the coffee beans.
a carrot, some rice and a filet
The small plastic scale
dutifully pointed to
ounces sans judgment.
it’s supposed to be fun
Worry crossed the brow
of the mathematician
learning to pole dance.
scene from a dugout
The players waited
nervously to bat, while the
manager crunched stats.
life in the lines
The current zips through
invisibly, electric
mayhem seeks outlet.
binders of women
Motherhood, sharing,
oppression, resilience, wiles,
nurturing and love.
skyfall
Man soars to new heights,
only to plunge himself back
into Earth’s bosom.
willful ignorance
They thought themselves well-
informed, yet filtered out all
dissenting viewpoints.
a better take on childishness
No one’s voice spoke more
clearly than that of the girl
who asked softly, “Why?”
the deer are coming
The bow was restrung.
The fatigues washed and folded.
The alarm clock set.
the boundaries of knowledge
We think we know it
all, but our ignorance is
so unlimited.
the intersection of technology and greed
This new tablet does
everything the old one did,
but comes in purple.
the authentic con man
He knew what he was
talking about, leading those
wanting to follow.
got my mind on my honey
I wonder if she
still thinks about me as she
moves on with her life.
halloween 2012
Scavenging trunks for
gluten-free treats, bobbing for
organic apples.
teasin’ seasons
Winter never shows,
left unwelcome by summer’s
enduring heat wave.
end of the set list scribbled on a napkin
The rutted yard teemed
with guests sipping and laughing
while the band packed up.
the phantom zone
The residents live
in a fog of unhappy
thoughts, immune from ghosts.
frankenfury
She came ashore in
a huff, embracing landmarks
only to crush them.
destroy all monsters
Today, they want some
candy. But tomorrow, they
return for our houses.
canal streets
The murky surface
lapped the tops of cars along
flooded city roads.
a nation of know-it-alls
The fashionable
thing is to chop off one’s ears.
No one’s using them.
over his shoulder
He would laugh at an
odd thought, then reminisce on
things that might have been.
defeat comes in many forms
Weakness, fatigue, poor
planning, despair, undermanned,
loss of interest, time.
proto-butterfly
The cocoon wasn’t
up to specs, so the planners
trashed that model, too.
how we vote
By screen, by ovals,
by absentee, by punches,
with our heads and hearts.
this american century
Conqueror and king,
ally and debtor, brashly
we advance ourselves.
i must confess
I hate children and
pets. I’m shorter in person.
I worship Snooki.
the death of the middle class
They could no longer
afford luxuries such as
iPads, kids and food.
the walk to the park
The sleek mom pushed the
huge stroller up the street, the
dog lunging at cars.
those who came back home
Not a one escaped
without a scar somewhere, a
surprise souvenir.
risk is relative
Speaking up for some,
hang gliding for others, the
line each of us draws.
the unsuspecting turkey
Full of hormones and
grain, the fat turkey strutted
about the homestead.
security layers
Do clothes protect us
from the elements, or keep
us from busting out?
cutting it closer and closer
Her job gone, she stared
at the pile of overdue
bills with tears flowing.
out of place
The walls were closing
in while everyone stared hard
at the odd loner.
goodbye, pumpkin
The last Halloween
treat tasted more bittersweet
than he expected.
gut check
They hit the scale first
thing each morning, peeking through
their trembling fingers.
war on black friday
The bargain hunter
weighs the plight of the worker
against cheap products.
digital servitude
Happily the voice
chirped responses to the man
barely making it.
a creeping fatigue
The view is blurry.
Thoughts come ever so slowly.
Asleep, then awake.
the pilgrimage
Around the table
gather families of blood
and circumstances.
thankfulness, be gone
The smart shoppers head
out to fill their lists while the
smarter ones sleep in.
rivalry implies civility
Their unis are gross,
their coach is the devil, and
their players deal drugs.
away in a manger 2012
No room at the inn,
the couple hit the ER
and took a number.
noel box no. 17
Attics and basements
disgorge their troves of garlands,
lights and ornaments.
the little shadow
The little shadow
tiptoed to keep tabs on the
trespassing neighbor.
a whiff of scandal
A rumor brought out
the bloodhounds and the wolves on
the hunt for fresh meat.
the heart doesn’t want what the heart doesn’t want
Forgiveness, progress
remain untouched, while loathing
jealousy keep watch.
secrets and lives
They went about their
business, keeping all the lies
tidy in their heads.
sleigh maintenance
Elf mechanics put
in new brakes, tune the 13-
reindeer engine up.
deck the gutters
Squirrels sometimes trip
over barbed strings of lights as
they scurry and shop.
saturdays muted
The locker rooms are
empty, the fans have gone home.
Just wait till next year.
almost tropical
The trees shed their leaves
only to broil in the
sun, a fall of fail.
a modern love story
Boy meets girl. Boy texts
girl. Boy Facebooks girl. Boy gets
girl. Boy defriends girl.
the distant corner of the map
Far beyond the well-
worn trails lies the uncharted
way to adventure.
letters from the front
At night, the shells and
rocket grenades seem to hit
all around our base.
the prediction
In 4 months, you will
meet an enchanting lady
and fall for her smile.
thirsty are the damned
If you forget your
social status, bartenders
make you wait for it.
birth of a notion
The ether inhaled
sparks confusion and wonder
leading to rebirth.
job? creator
Each radish rose, each
drizzle of sauce, painstaking
attention to grub.
the legend of johnny football
He could throw for miles
while dodging tanks and flashing
a near-blinding smile.
the fake housewives of siluria
The tans were mostly
chemical, the enhancements
mostly silicon.
the parade of hurricanes and tornadoes
A constant state of
preparedness is its own
natural disaster.
the day the facebook died
No matter how much
they refreshed their laptop and
phone screens, all was blank.
the fugitive 2012
He simply killed his
Twitter account and threw his
cell phone in the trash.
the newtown address
“Let us find strength to
carry on, make us worthy
of their memory.”
debate format
Shall we argue through
competing e-petitions
or talk radio?
bullying at the north pole
Rudolph the red-nosed
reindeer had a very bad
eating disorder.
soup’s on
The brown-red broth seethes
and bubbles, preparing for
senseless consumption.
where once winter
Jack Frost can’t figure
out how to freeze such an in-
temperate planet.
and the world keeps on spinning
Yesterday, over
150,000
souls saw the world end.
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Friday, December 21st, 2012
Jack Frost can’t figure
out how to freeze such an in-
temperate planet.
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Thursday, December 20th, 2012
The brown-red broth seethes
and bubbles, preparing for
senseless consumption.
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Wednesday, December 19th, 2012
Rudolph the red-nosed
reindeer had a very bad
eating disorder.
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Tuesday, December 18th, 2012
Shall we argue through
competing e-petitions
or talk radio?
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