Monthly Archives: April 2017

#273: One Must Have Toys at Work

I had to hide my rubber ducks because for some reason my freshman boys could not leave them alone. Now they are hiding inside my office with my owl lip balm and my librarian action figure with shushing motion and my James Joyce finger puppet and my Shakespeare, complete with quill pen. They’re all gathered around myContinue reading “#273: One Must Have Toys at Work”

#272: Let There Be Rock

In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty-five Man didn’t know about a rock ‘n’ roll show And all that jive The white man had the schmaltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news He said Let there be sound There was sound LetContinue reading “#272: Let There Be Rock”

#271: The Neologist Speaks about Food

Lately, I have had two dreams, both inexorborific, one concerning jelly beans, another about beer, farfignewtons. I will dream next about cheese. I have not had a sandwich in ten horrorflopnoggen days. Candy is no longer thingful. I wouldn’t recognito a potato chip if it bit me right on the keatettle. I’ve not had milk.Continue reading “#271: The Neologist Speaks about Food”

#270: A Poem Spoken in the Dark

I’m not proud of it, but yeah, I made it up on the spot in this video and then transcribed it. That’s why I’m speaking so slowly. I’m not drunk. I’m just trying to choose words: The reason my last two poems have been prose poems is because I have been composing them using theContinue reading “#270: A Poem Spoken in the Dark”

#269: A Letter of Gratitude to My Wife and Son (another prose poem)

Dear family, I am about to begin my journey home. Almost everything is put away and the trailer is hitched up (I never did unhitch); all I have to do now is climb in and start up the engine. It was a good trip. Even though I was with my brother and his friends, I spentContinue reading “#269: A Letter of Gratitude to My Wife and Son (another prose poem)”

#268: The Middle Way (a prose poem)

Somewhere between asceticism and an orgy of consumerism and excess lies the middle way. I must confess I have not found it yet. I tend to waffle in my struggle to find the center. Against my better judgment I tend to err toward excess. Here I am camping in comparative luxury with my new trailerContinue reading “#268: The Middle Way (a prose poem)”

#266: New Buildings–A Ghazal

We watched the four houses across the street destroyed for thirty-two new buildings, the surrounding trees and plants and invisible creatures unearthed for new buildings. In our old neighborhood, across that street, an outpatient hospital was demolished to make way for an entire block of townhomes, bringing new people into new buildings. This has beenContinue reading “#266: New Buildings–A Ghazal”

#265: Thirty Days, Day Twelve, Day Four, Day Two

Lately, I’ve found that my days are numbered. I find myself counting: Twelve days of the month with twelve poems, easy to say, more difficult to do, and yet, I remain committed, have been committed, to the challenge of doing this every day for 30 days. Today is day four of another challenge that, coincidentally coincides andContinue reading “#265: Thirty Days, Day Twelve, Day Four, Day Two”

#264: to be anywhereish

(a bop inspired by e.e. cummings) to be anywhereish and everywhereish all at once is to be at the mercy of somewhereishness, and that’s a huge, unmindfulish problem. someplace else is really no place and you wander about sheepfully looking for anywhere but where you are in the nano of the moment. time is not onContinue reading “#264: to be anywhereish”