Creeping Peepers & Other Seekers

Really 

—Poetry and Visuals by Smith, Cleveland, OH 

MY FAVORITE THINGS

A sip of water.
A lie in bed.
A dip in bath.
A nibble at table.
A smile of affection.
Cool when hot, warm when cold.
Work to do, play to play.
A cup of coffee.
A toke of grass.
And you, my love, and you.

 

 

 

Tunnel Light

 

What's in your treasure chest, Mr Smith?

Light, water, foliage,
wind ruffling all three

Wife, and cat

Friends

Weed

 

 

 

Purple Haze

 

You spose the leaf knows
the wind makes it move,
or is lost in the joy of dancing?

Thousands and thousands of leaves
ruffling weave
like water

 

 

 

Power Mode

 

DIOGENES

Buried beneath
your borrowed beliefs

A moon toad
asleep on the river

No beginning
no end

No place to be
or have been

 

 

 

Coldfire

 

MAMA SAID

Too proud to whitewash
too poor to paint
bad whether when one's ain't is taint.

 

 

 

Blue-Eyed Susan

 

Soft summer night
long after light
when peaceful creeps
and creepers peep

 

 

 

Openclosed

 

I'm a feature
not a bug
a seeker
not the sum
a worker
not the won
the future
not the done

 

 

 

Pleaseplace

 

It’s what was done
to get us here
that's got us by the balls

 

 

 

 Business Hours

Today’s LittleNip:

I'm stealing my soul
back from the Devil
one selfie at a time

—Smith

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Another good day and good art, both visual and word-wise, from Smith of Cleveland (Steven B. Smith)! There’s been talk of Cleveland lately in the Kitchen; that’s because poets Smith, yesterday’s John Stickney, and our own D.R. Wagner all have connections to that fine city at one point or another. And, of course, all poets have contacts, tendrils like mushroom roots traveling along under the ground…

Anyway, we’re happy to have Steven rock our Thursdays with his colorful view of the world, and here’s to more of it!

In our area tonight, William O’Daly and Stephen Byrne will read online TONIGHT at Dr. Andy Jones’ Poetry Night Series, 8pm. Info: www.facebook.com/events/327695988484603/.

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—Medusa

 

 

 

Night Shadow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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