—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of Nolcha Fox
LIFE ISN’T A FREE MEAL, UNLESS YOU’RE ME
I’m on an everlasting diet.
I’m always hungry ‘cause I’m fasting.
You should eat up all your food.
I’m a poor gull who needs dessert.
I’ll dive right in and eat my fill before you leave.
I’m on an everlasting diet.
I’m always hungry ‘cause I’m fasting.
You should eat up all your food.
I’m a poor gull who needs dessert.
I’ll dive right in and eat my fill before you leave.
IMAGINE THAT
I climb through branches overweight with leaves of orange, gold, and green. Higher still, the branches shiver from the cold caress of snow. I climb from winter into spring, where flowers burst from every twig in fragrances of red and pink and lavender. A few more rungs, and summer sunshine makes me want to close my eyes. I could clamber higher, but I’m ready for a nap.
My ladder goes as high
as my imagination
wants to climb.
I climb through branches overweight with leaves of orange, gold, and green. Higher still, the branches shiver from the cold caress of snow. I climb from winter into spring, where flowers burst from every twig in fragrances of red and pink and lavender. A few more rungs, and summer sunshine makes me want to close my eyes. I could clamber higher, but I’m ready for a nap.
My ladder goes as high
as my imagination
wants to climb.
BETTER
It’s better to play
in the mud in my imagination,
than washing dirty clothes.
CITY LIFE
Goodbye to constant noise and lights.
Goodbye to freeway parking lots.
Goodbye to condos, people packed in tight.
Goodbye to smog and shaky quakes.
Goodbye to LA, I salute you with my middle
finger as you become a figment of my past.
Goodbye to constant noise and lights.
Goodbye to freeway parking lots.
Goodbye to condos, people packed in tight.
Goodbye to smog and shaky quakes.
Goodbye to LA, I salute you with my middle
finger as you become a figment of my past.
GROWING UP FAST
Pretty in pink,
Her prom dress and heels
match the blush of blossoms on her cheeks.
LOVE AND DEATH
Love and death are criminals
who ripped my heart too many times.
If you’re dead, just know that I loved you.
If I love you, you might just be dead.
Love and death are criminals
who ripped my heart too many times.
If you’re dead, just know that I loved you.
If I love you, you might just be dead.
TANGLED TANGO
We’re in a tangled state of love.
We finish one another’s thoughts.
I don’t remember who I am.
I’m going crazy. Life’s too complex.
To disentangle, I must cut the cords
that bind us, stop our mad dancing
in the pentangle of my mind.
We’re in a tangled state of love.
We finish one another’s thoughts.
I don’t remember who I am.
I’m going crazy. Life’s too complex.
To disentangle, I must cut the cords
that bind us, stop our mad dancing
in the pentangle of my mind.
MY DOCTOR SAID
I see you sneeze.
Your eyes are red and weeping.
Your nose is running out the door
along with your ex-boyfriend.
Your stomach wants to somersault.
You tell me you are dying.
It’s not a cold or allergies.
The problem’s in your head.
Love hit you with a stick and now
you think the world is ending.
Go find yourself another love,
and you will feel just dandy.
I WANT MY POETRY TO …
I want my poetry to
be the roses crying
red petals on the coffin.
I want my poetry to
be the stillness of the deer
framed by fog and birdsong.
I want my poetry to
be the geese flying
across my windshield.
I want my poetry to
be the captive inhale,
the moment before wonder escapes.
Today’s LittleNip:
THEY LIE
—Nolcha Fox
He doesn’t believe he’s dying.
He dances in the sprinklers
beneath an endless sky.
____________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Nolcha Fox for today’s fine poetry and the photos to go with it!
He doesn’t believe he’s dying.
He dances in the sprinklers
beneath an endless sky.
____________________
—Medusa, with thanks to Nolcha Fox for today’s fine poetry and the photos to go with it!
—Public Domain Illustration Courtesy of Medusa
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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.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
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side of this column to find
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Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
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incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
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that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
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