Monday, May 9th, 2011
Heavy at bottom,
cold with cold, squishy at top.
Not really that hard.
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Sunday, May 8th, 2011
She passes me notes
throughout the day that light up
my darkest hours.
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Saturday, May 7th, 2011
The surprise became
anticlimactic when the
big secret wasn’t.
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Friday, May 6th, 2011
The men with guns keep
watch from looters, yet all that’s
left are bricks and boards.
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Thursday, May 5th, 2011
Among the rubble
lies broken china, ruined
clothes, maybe some hope.
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Wednesday, May 4th, 2011
Can’t say where it is,
but I know I’m going home.
That’s where the hurt is.
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Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011
The teen worker stoops
to spray-paint the asphalt with
the name of the road.
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Monday, May 2nd, 2011
Navy Seals take out
Public Enemy No.
1. Justice at last.
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Sunday, May 1st, 2011
They came with shovels
and water, prepared for the
worst and found horror.
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Saturday, April 30th, 2011
Goodbye, April. You
were needlessly heartless and
ripped the earth apart.
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Friday, April 29th, 2011
House after house, a
school here, a church there, toppled,
tossed, decimated.
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Thursday, April 28th, 2011
Cameras caught the herds
of twisters stampeding through
the defenseless towns.
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Wednesday, April 27th, 2011
One yolk screams in pain,
while the other lies stunned in
silence. Fried to death.
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Tuesday, April 26th, 2011
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- brotherhood of bread
They split the loaf as
they had many times before,
bonding with baguette.
- all run by elves
The magic happens
thanks to tireless elves who
cook, clean, write, fold clothes …
- art on demand
“We want more art now!”
the audience bellowed. But
the artist demurred.
- the day the blackberry died
No beeps, no flashing
light, no interruptions, no
crises, no love lost.
- the routine
The monotony
continues unhindered while
others break patterns.
- 40
The ship left port some
40 years ago, steering
by the stars above.
- hooked on a feeding
Some eat for pleasure.
Some take pleasure in cooking.
At the center, food.
- the new new new normal
Panic, snark, outrage
are all outmoded. Time for
full-on terpitude.
- the lovebug nest
They sit alone, an
unnatural state for them,
these social insects.
- a tin of salt
No tiny gift goes
unnoticed, even a tin
of coarse gourmet salt.
- the rattling
The rattling was
eventually traced back
to a soul dislodged.
- through the earth
A seedling poked his
head through hard dirt to see if
winter had left town.
- perspectives from devils and angels
Is the world good or
bad? Or does that depend on
if you’re good or bad?
- he fought the so-so fight
Misunderstood by
his contemporaries, he
tilted at straw men.
- seasonal schizophrenia
Cycle of winter
in Alabama: colder,
snow, ice, then heat spell.
- i’ll get right on that
“I need you to do
me a favor.” The eight most
dreaded words ever.
- put a lid on it
Wherever the head
went, the hat stayed on top of
it, perched and ready.
- flight of the go-getters
They wouldn’t, couldn’t
stick around any longer.
New horizons called.
- on the banks in the freezing cold
The creek runs low this
time of year. The critters are
in hiding somewhere.
- be still
Be still. Contemplate
existence. Breathe in, breathe out.
Wait, then wait some more.
- the cool kids club
Their lunch table is
exactly the same as all
lunch tables, but not.
- the snow, man
Old Man Winter popped
in for a visit, only
to startle the town.
- made in the world
It may be one world,
but China still makes our stuff
at low, low prices.
- sweets surrender
Each bite of pie brings
a taste of regret, as though
the fatness cometh.
- i never
Bad decisions make
for the best stories, even
if they’re your choices.
- flower forecast
Everything’s coming
up expensive. But skipping
bouquet can cost more.
- citified drawl
Birmingham’s accent
is soft, a gentle porch breeze
without many airs.
- cupid 2.0
His quiver carries
both arrows and pre-nups, on
his lawyer’s counsel.
- lack history month
Not so much the shade
of history but the real
lessons need teaching.
- star-crossed haters
The pair’s mutual
dislike of everything made
them compatible.
- away with coffee
The affair ended
with her tossing her dark roast
to the compost heap.
- screens
Laptop calculates,
BlackBerry buzzes, plasma
pulses, iPad sleeps.
- before the rush
Chairs suspend themselves
on tables as a wayward
mop glides lazily.
- positive energy
The reservoir of
positive energy is
replenished with hope.
- these walls do talk
“You are beautiful.”
The message spread through the town.
“You are beautiful.”
- creatures stirring
A solitary
torch keeps me company as
I hunt fireflies.
- volunteer fireman
Putting out fires
in the office has become
burning sensation.
- awards season
They hand out trophies
under the Hollywood sign
with proof of purchase.
- roses, stage 1
The dormant bush kept
very still, impatient to
burst forth with good news.
- her left arm
She would give her left
arm for sleep, coffee, nice shoes,
good hair and a kiss.
- the well runs dry
The hole in the earth
belched a cloud of dust, spent from
giving up water.
- you can just sense it
An arched brow gave way
to a wrinkled frown. The cards
could not bail him out.
- a serpent made of limos
The glamorous were
eased down the digestive tract
of the beast of fame.
- first date
The trouble with first
dates is the magic will be
mostly alcohol.
- in like a lion
Spring waits in the wings,
eager to spread sunshine’s roar
to a sleeping world.
- sweet victory
Winning isn’t the
goal always, but it sure beats
losing or tying.
- the process of wooing
Dance starts with a long
glance. Then gestures and drinks. And
ends with date or slap.
- park respite
Lunchtime crowd lingers
longer to soak up the warmth
in the oasis.
- love won’t leave
Love is the secret
hope, the persistent bug, the
vise on a lone heart.
- a sunday of nothing
Hot coffee, good book,
jazz tunes, fresh croissants, light rain,
fresh flowers, soft smile.
- the standard of mediocrity
Settling is how this
country was founded, and the
way it stays the same.
- dancing in the lobby
They couldn’t find the
reception, so they ended
up waltzing in place.
- net gain or loss
The hardwood vibrates
from fan intensity as
the players warm up.
- flight to the heavens
The rocket plume did
not arc across the sky but
pointed to beyond.
- conversation ticker
Buy! The talk turns to
culture. Sell! Back to cooking.
Hold! Current events.
- the passion of the berries
Blueberry baskets
tumble into pie tins and
hand-cranked ice cream churns.
- up the interstate
Truck stop offers hot
showers, ample parking. Turn
off at next exit.
- bun extraction
The newborn isn’t
yet born, still baking before
entering the world.
- pie focals
Every pie on Earth
filled the banquet table with
every eye on Earth.
- st. patrick’s eve
Kegs fall in line for
duty to brave women and
men who fight for drafts.
- fields of green
Rolling hills calm the
soul, gliding along on a
bicycle for one.
- plus one
Her words came screaming
out. Beneath the tears and fears,
she announced her burst.
- sprung forward
The clocks have jumped the
gun, waiting for Ms. Mother
Nature to catch up.
- the clone wars
Cover bands toil
for reflected glory from
authentic knock-offs.
- green power
The aching dust coats
the metallic skin, leaving
misery around.
- facts is facts
Truth isn’t all it’s
supposed to be. But neither
is soothing fiction.
- join the parade
The clatter of feet
and cars and bands and Shriners
and floats approaches.
- the countdown
Invites sent, menu
set, decorations in place,
band tuned, almost there.
- renewal phase
The promise of a
new season inspires us
to grow, to become.
- a call for poets
The call for poets
did not roil the land but
shook hearts from within.
- sunday brunch 2011
The warm mimosas
remained unsipped while the group
stared at their smartphones.
- march maelstroms
Storms roll through leaving
hail and branches strewn about.
The air calms, clears up.
- ode to a cupcake
When eating a whole
cake by yourself is frowned on
by society.
- _the corridors of power
Up and down the long
hallways hung crudely drawn hopes
from the city’s youth.
- time flies when you’re having fondue
Spear the fruit, dip the
chunk, coat the sides, slow the drips,
chew the piece. Repeat.
- campus springtime
The snap of cold threw
off the students looking for
sun while crossing quads.
- bunny test run
Stuntrabbits hide their
simulated eggs throughout
an obstacle course.
- a mild coma
The wear and tear of
everyday life compounds with
a lack of leisure.
- blooming of festivals
Tent poles poke up from
the earth. Tents blossom, buzzed by
tall bees on two legs.
- not my crowd
They goose each other
with familiarity
while I stand aside.
- rutted
Those who are bored can
be inspired, but most of
the time, they’re boring.
- part-time architect
In the mornings, she
constructs a blanket fort for
the scampering ones.
- the perfect macaroon
A macaroon would
be much improved without that
yucky coconut.
- poultry quandary
Guess what. Chicken butt.
Guess why. Chicken thigh. Guess where.
Chicken unaware.
- green dust
Pollen amassed on
Chevy hoods and porch swings brings
new flowers to bloom.
- the butterfly defect
The butterfly knows
not of civil turmoil
while floating on air.
- the secret girl
Cheers to the secret
girl, placed on a pedestal
high above the fray.
- buffoons of the postmodern era
They wear their blatant
idiocy proudly, to
profit from hecklers.
- sea of flesh
The park’s sea of green
becomes a sea of flesh as
the sun laps the shores.
- internal ice age
Wear your sweaters at
the office. Hot temps outside
mean arctic inside.
- seasons of the grill
Late winter grilling
has turned to early springtime
grilling. Charcoal, please.
- test pilots in training
A tail swings to and
fro as its kite ascends to
become a mere speck.
- 1040 or fight
An accountant keeps
the numbers in line, making
them letter perfect.
- find the symbolism
The bald goat ate the
last blade of grass on Earth while
bleeding crude oil.
- off the trail
The markers did not
help the colorblind hiker,
lost in nature’s awe.
- tantrums in the sky
The unseen toddler
rattles the globe, shaking loose
the raindrops and gusts.
- mixer
One part schmoozing, two
parts drinking, three parts waiting,
mix well, serve smoothly.
- the laying of eggs
Someone left behind
these painted eggs where any
toddler could find them!
- to live again
Birth, death and rebirth
are all the same, as we skim
across life to life.
- the rose garden
She skipped through the rose
garden, where all the blooms smiled
back in jealousy.
- in place of crickets
The clickety-clack
of a keypad, the dull hum
of a laptop fan.
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Monday, April 25th, 2011
She skipped through the rose
garden, where all the blooms smiled
back in jealousy.
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