we’re going to the fair!
no amusements, no rides, just walking about
pretzel dogs, people, pork-on-a-stick

we’re going to the fair!
no amusements, no rides, just walking about
pretzel dogs, people, pork-on-a-stick
waiting for storms to pass
to provide a ready excuse
things we don’t want to do





A smile.
My poem lagger tag was published today in the inaugural issue of Do Geese See God: A Literary Magazine. Here’s their blurb:
“Do Geese See God was started by The Goose. The Goose has questions about humanity. The Goose seeks to create a space for creators to celebrate each other. The Goose wants you to feel at home. The Goose loves to party.”
I hope you’ll party with me to celebrate their new journal and my contribution to it!
August heat
moist & soggy air
October dreaming





The old man’s a dinosaur,
spewing both fact & opinion
in a gravelly monotone.
That he knows his stuff
is never in doubt
but his delivery could
use a little spark.
Irv drones on and on,
excruciating pauses
punctuating yet another
of his tedious presentations.
Rumor has it
HR has intervened
more than once.
I avoid close contact,
steer clear of being
alone with this wolf
in sheep’s attire.
I learn, after his dismissal,
he ticked off erotica
as one of his hobbies
during a team meeting,
this balding hulk of a man,
with long nose hairs
and protruding stomach,
excreting phlegm
into soiled tissues
in crowded restaurants.
His wife has cancer so
I’ve not been unsympathetic.
Still, Irv isn’t the kind of guy
one warms to easily.
That’s an understatement,
I guess. In truth,
the guy kind of creeps me out.
Chit Chat