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Monday, June 15, 2015

Everyone Should Have One

Annie Menebroker reading at Red Alice's Poetry Emporium
Wednesday, June 10
—Photo by Michelle Kunert, Sacramento
 


TROLLS.  REALLY?
—Katy Brown, Davis, CA

The house is infested
with a clan of trolls.

The elders have set-up
under the desk and work table,
stealing pens and paperclips.
They steal the jigsaw puzzle pieces
and swap them like trading cards.
They torment the cat and
startle the contemplating spiders.

Their Midwestern cousins,
in campy black and white vests,
sleep under the bottlebrush,
fling foul-smelling excrement
at the dog, and fade into the shadows.

They barbecue
the neighbor’s beetles
and sauté the sleepy snails
that hide under the gardenia.

We’ve tried commercial troll-spray,
turned the sprinklers
on the outside camp
and tried to vacuum
in all the dark corners.
The house trolls simply laugh
and tip over the kitchen trash.

We used to have ants.
We used to complain
about the neighbor’s cat
digging in the flowerbed.
We haven’t seen ants or the cat
since the trolls moved in.
Honestly, the trolls are worse.



 D.R. Wagner reading at Red Alice June 10
—Photo by Michelle Kunert



BUT EVERYONE SHOULD HAVE ONE
—Kevin Jones, Elk Grove
 
Got him at a liquidation sale.
They were relocating the bridge
And the trolls were moving on.

Got him for a good price though.
And they said he’d stay under
The desk and gnaw at my feet
When I was writing bad poetry.

He’s always under there with a
Kind of humming rather than
Trollish grumbles and mutters.
Doesn’t gnaw, either, just
Sometimes licks my toes.

Licks a lot actually.  I expected,
You know, a kind of troll-fetor.
But he’s always cleaning, paws,
Ears, whatever.  Come to think
Of it, the ears aren’t floppy
Troll ears either: they’re
Sort of erect and pointy.

Sometimes I think he’s actually
A cat and not a troll.  Maybe
I should have kept the receipt.



Josh Fernandez at Red Alice with Ezra, June 10
—Photo by Michelle Kunert



POEM 5 OF 5
—Richard Hansen, Sacramento

Original Star Trek Viewing Guide
Season One
Charley X
Dagger of the Mind

Balance of Terror
The Squire of Gothos

Return of the Archons
A Taste of Armageddon
Errand of Mercy
and
City on the Edge of Forever

OK now
Season Two
The Changeling
Friday's Child

The Gamesters of Triskelion

Bread and Circuses
Assignment Earth
Season Three
The Paradise Syndrome
breath
For the World is Hollow and I Have Touched the Sky
Wink of an Eye
Elaan of Troyius
then
Requiem For Methuselah
(this is the single best episode of
Star Trek
ever!)
The Cloud Minders
and finally

Turnabout Intruder

______________________

MRS. OBAMA
—Richard Hansen
 
Girl!
lookit
you and me baybuh
we can make it
I know
your husband is the President
and
...the Secret Service
'n everything...
I'm Sorry I blocked Your Pestering Phonecalls
I was wrong I know that!
Girl!!!

You and Me you know it...



 Martha Ann Blackman reading at Red Alice June 10
—Photo by Michelle Kunert



The triple-digit heat days are back
  The kind of days where I have to tell my Dad—
  Please do your outdoor jobs in the early morning
  and your indoor jobs in the afternoons
  because I see you do the exact reverse
  That means I don’t want to see you clipping bushes when it's 103!
  You break my heart when you do something like that
  because I don’t want to call an ambulance to rescue you if you pass out


—Michelle Kunert, Sacramento

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Pop star Jim Morrison died at age 27 in Paris, the same summer of ‘71 I was born
  —the causes never exactly determined but speculated to be his drug and alcohol abuse
  Now supposedly the last poem Morrison ever wrote has suddenly appeared
  Handwritten on a piece of red- and blue-lined paper of a once-intact notebook,
  labeled "page 152" it says,
  “I have a vision of America 28,000 feet & going fast—
  I have drunk the drug of forgetfulness
  Leave the informed sense in our wake—You be Christ on this package tour—money beats soul
  Last words, Last words out.”
  As I write this, it is expected to be up for auction for $60,000 to $80,000
  which is a hell of a lot for something that appears not even to be suitable for framing                            
  Why doesn’t this piece of memorabilia go to a museum?
  Or maybe be put into a plaque at Morrison’s often fan-decorated, flower-covered gravesite?


—Michelle Kunert

_______________________

Today's LittleNip:

THE TROLL UNDER MY DESK
—Loch Henson, Diamond Springs, CA

He’s almost harmless.

He steals my toenail clippings and
wears them in a locket.

He brings me bouquets of frogs.
(He doesn’t hurt them, but
there is not much for them to eat
under my desk.)

He gets jealous when I write.
Sometimes I have to go
to the garden to get away
from the grumbling.

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—Medusa, thanking today's contributors and noting that we have a new photo album on Medusa's Facebook page, this one by Michelle Kunert, featuring last Monday's Sac. Poetry Center reading. Check it out!



 Hemp Fashion Show Models, CA State Grange
—Photo by Michelle Kunert