—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain
OLD FASHIONED WITH RYE
He’s having an
Old Fashioned with rye,
One of his favorites,
Used to have
A lot of them,
More recently
He’s been going
For other stuff,
Diving right in,
Not because a
Solid Rye Old Fashioned
Tastes any less
Like heaven
But because
He’s been leaning
On bottles and drinks
That don’t
Remind him
Of the ex,
He’ll be moving
To bourbon
On the rocks
Right after this drink.
*A version of this poem first appeared
in The Whisky Blot.
He’s having an
Old Fashioned with rye,
One of his favorites,
Used to have
A lot of them,
More recently
He’s been going
For other stuff,
Diving right in,
Not because a
Solid Rye Old Fashioned
Tastes any less
Like heaven
But because
He’s been leaning
On bottles and drinks
That don’t
Remind him
Of the ex,
He’ll be moving
To bourbon
On the rocks
Right after this drink.
*A version of this poem first appeared
in The Whisky Blot.
FAR FROM ALONE
He’s writing
From the edge
Of the bar
And everything,
Turns out
It’s way
More crowded
Than he could’ve
Ever imagined.
*A version of this poem first appeared
in The Rye Whiskey Review.
He’s writing
From the edge
Of the bar
And everything,
Turns out
It’s way
More crowded
Than he could’ve
Ever imagined.
*A version of this poem first appeared
in The Rye Whiskey Review.
NIGHTFALL
Don’t
Make
Him
A
Drink,
Pass
Him
The
Bottle,
The
Night
Is coming
For
Him
And
Everyone.
*A version of this poem first appeared
in The Rye Whiskey Review.
Don’t
Make
Him
A
Drink,
Pass
Him
The
Bottle,
The
Night
Is coming
For
Him
And
Everyone.
*A version of this poem first appeared
in The Rye Whiskey Review.
NEIGHBORHOOD NARCISSIST
Engagement is tempting
But ignoring them
Is far better,
They’ll probably
Find new victims
Yet with time
Light crushes darkness.
*A version of this poem first appeared
in Poetry Soup.
Engagement is tempting
But ignoring them
Is far better,
They’ll probably
Find new victims
Yet with time
Light crushes darkness.
*A version of this poem first appeared
in Poetry Soup.
REMARKABLE
He wishes
That he
Had paid
More attention
To all
The ways
That those
Remarkably shitty
In-laws
Were hurting
Their marriage.
WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN
He remembers
Trying to
Win her back
And then
Letting her go
With the hope
That she'd
Come back
And then
Letting her go
With the hope
That he'd
Never see
Her again
And now that
He's divorced
And has had
More time
To think
About everything
He knows
That he
Dodged a bullet
And that
He's actually
Quite lucky
And that
All of it
Could have been
Way worse.
RESCUE DOG
London is
A rescue dog,
He rescued her,
He adopted her,
His dear little London,
But four years on,
He’s quite certain
That London wasn’t
The only one
Being rescued
That day.
*A version of this poem first appeared in
Terror House Magazine.
CLOSE
He’s looking at
A photo
Of London
On her
Adoption day,
He can’t believe
That six years
Have passed
Since that day,
He really had
No idea
What was coming,
He just knows
He wants
To hold
That day
And all the
Other ones
Close.
_____________________
Today’s LittleNip:
STARTING AGAIN
—Taylor Dibbert
Poetry helped
Show him
The power
Of starting again,
You don’t need
To know
Where you’re going,
You just need
To get moving.
____________________
He’s looking at
A photo
Of London
On her
Adoption day,
He can’t believe
That six years
Have passed
Since that day,
He really had
No idea
What was coming,
He just knows
He wants
To hold
That day
And all the
Other ones
Close.
_____________________
Today’s LittleNip:
STARTING AGAIN
—Taylor Dibbert
Poetry helped
Show him
The power
Of starting again,
You don’t need
To know
Where you’re going,
You just need
To get moving.
____________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Taylor Dibbert for today’s fine poetry. Taylor’s third poetry collection, In the Arena (https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/205853290-in-the-arena), was published on April 3, and his next collection, Rescue Dog, is due out in May.
London Dibbert
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in Placerville at 4pm with
Shawn William and J. Rowe;
LitFest takes place in Winters, 4pm;
Sac. Poetry Center presents its
Tule Review release reading, 6pm;
and tonight, LabRats Sunday Session
Music and Poetry Jam meets in
Sacramento at 8pm.
For future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
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.
Find previous four-or-so posts by scrolling down
under today; or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column; or find previous poets
by typing the name of the poet or poem
into the little beige box at the top
left-hand side of today’s post; or go to
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom of
the blue column at the right
to find the date you want.
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
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—
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