a tinkle, a trinkle
dribble, a drab
somewhere deep inside
is a story to be had

a tinkle, a trinkle
dribble, a drab
somewhere deep inside
is a story to be had
cocooning in layers
soft jazz, vanilla candlelight
gloom-drizzled windows
I am thrilled to announce that my poem Manifesto has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. It appeared in the May Day issue of Cream Scene Carnival.
Earlier this fall, my poem finalmente was also nominated for a Pushcart Prize by the Iowa Poetry Association for this year’s issue of Lyrical Iowa.
neighbor’s flag
out of control
northwest winds
fifty years of hip-hop
disco, funk, rap & soul
gawd, but I’m getting old
One lazy summer afternoon, sitting in the shade on our patio, I wrote this poem, which was published today in Issue 56 of the Lowestoft Chronicle, “perspectives on travel & the like…” I love their ‘mission’ which is ‘to form a global “think tank” of inquisitive, worldly scribblers, collectively striving towards excellence and, if possible, world domination.’
I like to think I’m the inquisitive type but world domination just might be a stretch. Shrug. We shall see.
In the meantime, here’s the link to my poem we live near the airport. I hope you’ll like it!
peanut ring half-gone
I blame the squirrel
blue jay proves me wrong
Another one of my poems was published today in the Volume 22, Number 2 issue of Stickman Review. I was inspired to write bless me father for I may have sinned on a warm, sunny morning in June and I hope you’ll like it. As always, THANKS for looking!
frozen precipitation
blustery late autumn
our first snow
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