—Poetry by L. Dopa, Big Tuna, TX
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
SHINY THINGS
In much the same way that a bull’s bellowing
can summon up a summer thunderstorm, so too
can a rooster’s crowing seem to create a
morning sky out of nothing, while a roving troupe
of crows is busy undoing all
the hard work that was done yesterday, in their
In much the same way that a bull’s bellowing
can summon up a summer thunderstorm, so too
can a rooster’s crowing seem to create a
morning sky out of nothing, while a roving troupe
of crows is busy undoing all
the hard work that was done yesterday, in their
manic search for trinkets and various
other shiny things,
of which they
will some-
times
leave
as
strange
little
gifts to us.
other shiny things,
of which they
will some-
times
leave
as
strange
little
gifts to us.
FLOWER AFLAME
these
old
geezers,
battered by
ancient weather; wind-
torn, new teeth on loan, gathering
petals from water, like green feathers that flow
and twirl
in the eddies, this morning a flower aflame all
around us as sunrays unfurl.
these
old
geezers,
battered by
ancient weather; wind-
torn, new teeth on loan, gathering
petals from water, like green feathers that flow
and twirl
in the eddies, this morning a flower aflame all
around us as sunrays unfurl.
ADRIFT
The grave of anonymity, the sweep of darkened
wings, remnants of lazy after-
noons, forgotten years long past, dates and places
lost in rifts
of disappearing memory
and history, like
all our days,
adrift
in
time.
The grave of anonymity, the sweep of darkened
wings, remnants of lazy after-
noons, forgotten years long past, dates and places
lost in rifts
of disappearing memory
and history, like
all our days,
adrift
in
time.
CATFISH
I fear the day when my memory is nothing more
than an ancient catfish resting
on the bottom of a deep lake, that sees less and less
of the light near the surface the
longer it stays down
there, but then
again,
it
might
be
a
blessing.
__________________
Today’s LittleNip:
MOON
—L. Dopa
The
moon,
white and
excessive,
never so grand, so
pale—silver light on water. Oh
Death. Oh, Love. Oh, boundless skies and moon.
I am ready.
__________________
Kitchen Newcomer L. Dopa is a former truck driver and professional wrestler who now lives in a trailer park in Big Tuna, TX, where he runs Luchador Press and is also a passionate HAMM radio enthusiast. He may be reached at luchadorpress@gmail.com/. Welcome to the Kitchen, L. Dopa, and don’t be a stranger!
__________________
—Medusa
I fear the day when my memory is nothing more
than an ancient catfish resting
on the bottom of a deep lake, that sees less and less
of the light near the surface the
longer it stays down
there, but then
again,
it
might
be
a
blessing.
__________________
Today’s LittleNip:
MOON
—L. Dopa
The
moon,
white and
excessive,
never so grand, so
pale—silver light on water. Oh
Death. Oh, Love. Oh, boundless skies and moon.
I am ready.
__________________
Kitchen Newcomer L. Dopa is a former truck driver and professional wrestler who now lives in a trailer park in Big Tuna, TX, where he runs Luchador Press and is also a passionate HAMM radio enthusiast. He may be reached at luchadorpress@gmail.com/. Welcome to the Kitchen, L. Dopa, and don’t be a stranger!
__________________
—Medusa
L. Dopa
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Just remember:
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Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
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(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
All you have to do is send poetry and/or
photos and artwork to
kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
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