Jefferson City, MO
—Public Domain Photos
—Public Domain Photos
WINTER’S THUNDER
the clouds hung wrong in the horizon
tear-stained but dry-eyed
* * *
NO LONGER TRYING TO TRY
a delinquency of stupidity
swamp of diarrhea
and the moon slowly colors itself
staying inside its lines
the clouds hung wrong in the horizon
tear-stained but dry-eyed
* * *
NO LONGER TRYING TO TRY
a delinquency of stupidity
swamp of diarrhea
and the moon slowly colors itself
staying inside its lines
LULLABY
orange moon,
orange sun,
witch's brew,
witching run
orange moon,
orange sun,
storm of wind,
storm of drum
and then the moon
let loose the night—
orange moon, orange sun,
witch-less light.
* * *
SMUGGLING ILLEGAL MARIJUANA
ACROSS THE BORDER
grasshopper
A FAILURE IN THE WAY WE COMMUNICATE
This is how stuff starts
a rumor on the bus becomes
a lie in the classroom becomes
a kicking on the playground
a cloud of audience
a liter of disbelief.
* * *
ASSIGNMENTS
today a four-minute mile—
a world of newspapers
and I am tired past
a weariness of bone
THE WORLD FELL ON FLAT FEET
Then
a rest between melody's thick breath
a shadow of whisper
and a good friend promised me
every dance you do
will be that much less fragile
* * *
THE WORLD FELL ON FLAT FEET—Part 2
a bone of lime
and still
I can smell poetry
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Today’s LittleNip:
Sometimes
clouds cannot cover
the sun.
Other days,
the sun swallows
the light within clouds.
—Michael H. Brownstein
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Our thanks to Michael Brownstein for today’s fine poems—short, but oh so sweet…!
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in the links at the top of this page—
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during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
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Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
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