Antioch, CA
16
O Magnum Mysterium
From the back of my mind
O Magnum Mysterium
From the back of my mind
to the corner of my eye
the moon swims to the surface
And I climb ever so high
* * *
the moon swims to the surface
And I climb ever so high
* * *
17
Of A Most Horrible Magic
For an audience that
hasn’t been born yet
I just pretend to care
look down my book-bent nose
and smile silently
* * *
18
Can you make out the words
Can you make out the words
that should catch in my teeth
spilled sentences
falling from my mouth
no fog no flu not a flipping bit of work to do
19
Fiction
Out of reach memories play blind man’s bluff
The rain embroiders little blue stars all over the
rosemary bush
I can only wonder
Under a maiden moon
* * *
20
E Coupon
The rolling dark carries you toward morning
beggars
choosers
and the rest
a frenzied rightness
a frenzied rightness
* * *
21
Dreams Decocted
Take heed
I was never a giant
22
As The Sparks Fly Upward
Flags of cloud unfurl toward sunrise
My boyhood bleeds
and never touches the ground
* * *
23
The Paraclete
This dream wasn’t meant for you
Moonlight puddled everywhere
Nothing but this pile of words
Maddening the night
* * *
24
My Blue-Bearded Heart Notwithstanding
A pyred orchard
the parting gift
of cherries we see
through memory’s eyes
Downtown
25
A Self-Addressed Envelope
Every stoplight sings a song to me
of who I once was
to tell me why my hair keeps catching fire
* * *
26
Compendia
I hold morning in my singing hands
Those clouds followed me all my yesterdays
The angels drew lots to decide which of us would
remember
Near Courtland
27
Chicharrones and Licorice
Like a morris dancer doing the samba
my mind is given to wander
with a smirk on her lips
* * *
28
The Sweet Tang of Incipient Decay
I’ll weave a song with calloused tongue
to the tumult of butterfly and flower
and all the silence between our fingers
* * *
29
An Acquired Taste
the noughts
the crosses
live behind unseeing windows
the shooting stars
the broken people
Most Home
30
Almost One Of Those Moons
I dare not touch the ground
tumble down story upon story
with guttural noise and smeared ink
* * *
31
Dreams of God
Vainly trying to conjure
A man I was once
She banged out Two Timing Woman
The hammers covered in tinfoil
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Today’s LittleNip:
A little talent is a good thing to have if you want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every scar.
—Stephen King
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Today’s post is a continuation of yesterday’s from Robert Lee Haycock, and many thanks to him for these two days of poetry! The photos are ones I have gleaned from some of the first pictures Robert had posted in Medusa’s Kitchen back in 2013. Thanks, RLH, for 31 flavors of your days!
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—Medusa
—Photo by Robert Lee Haycock
A reminder that
Molly Fisk
Molly Fisk
will present a workshop
on Writing As Activism
in Nevada City today, 4pm.
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—
for poetry, of course!
on Writing As Activism
in Nevada City today, 4pm.
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—
for poetry, of course!
under a maiden moon..."
