When she was exasperated, my mother would say, for crying in a bucket, a variation of for crying out loud, which she would also say sometimes. Or, for Pete’s sake. She never said for Fuck’s sake, or Jesus on a stick, because she would have considered them obscene, and if my mother was anything, sheContinue reading “#328: This is For the Birds”
Monthly Archives: April 2019
The Book I Read: The Trouble With Men, Indeed
In this fourth month of 2019 I am making good on two of my new year’s resolutions, one, to write more, and two, to read more. I begin this endeavor by writing a poem every day for a month, while simultaneously writing more about what I’m reading more. Let’s start with this. For me, thereContinue reading “The Book I Read: The Trouble With Men, Indeed”
#327: Things That Are No Fun, A to Z.
Automobile payments. Assholes. Bladder infections. Bad bourbon. Cancer, all kinds. C-sections. Car crashes. Dentist appointments. Death of Dads, Moms, and Dogs. Evil people. Erectile dysfunction. Fallopian tube removal. Gangrene. Gingivitis. Grading papers. Hangovers. Head wounds. Indecisiveness. Idiocy. Jail, I’m told. Ketchup stains. Kleptocracies. Leeches. Motormouths. Munchausen by Proxy. Nut allergies. Ovary removal. Prostate exams. QueryContinue reading “#327: Things That Are No Fun, A to Z.”
#326: I’m All Business Up In Here
I’m All Business Up In Here I feel it’s high time to progressively seize visionary forces, to intrinsically procrastinate emerging schemas, and to credibly build next-generation action items. You know you must collaboratively fashion ethical technology and assertively repurpose transparent human capital if this is to be an energistically unleashed end-to-end infrastructure. Don’t give meContinue reading “#326: I’m All Business Up In Here”
#325: Idea for a Poem
I have an idea for a poem that I haven’t yet written. This is not that poem. This is the poem about the poem I would like to write. I’d call it a preemptive poem because it takes the place of the poem I’d like to write and the poem I’d like to write remainsContinue reading “#325: Idea for a Poem”
#324: If In 30 Lines
If I understand you correctly. If pigs fly and monkeys land on their tails about as often as they land on their heads and write the words of Shakespeare. If Shakespeare turns out to be a group of monkeys. If Jesus was just some wise guy, not a three-stooges wiseguy, but a man who exceededContinue reading “#324: If In 30 Lines”
#323: Good or Bad?
(a villanelle on a stolen line from Hamlet) Nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so, says Hamlet, and I tend to think he’s right, but bad weather and evil persist, you know. There could possibly be another show that proves it’s all subjective, right? Nothing either good or bad but thinking makesContinue reading “#323: Good or Bad?”
#322: Sad Poem
Both of my parents died, for starters. Not at once, of course, but within seven or eight years of one another. Daddy passed first and we watched him die, the whole family, a vigil in the meeting room of the nursing home where they sent him after a final, last ditch, unnecessary surgery where heContinue reading “#322: Sad Poem”
#321: The American English Teacher Receives a Note from the Benevolent Rabbit Society
My only wish is that they would have gone for something more alliterative: Benevolent Bunny sounds better and simultaneously more bouncy than Rabbit. But none of that overshadows the fact that, for the first time in my career as a public school teacher, I and a few of my colleagues have received a tip. ItContinue reading “#321: The American English Teacher Receives a Note from the Benevolent Rabbit Society”
#320: What Was the Question? That Is the Question
I’ve got no business on the moon. Looking for me once, somebody said, a famous poet, find me here, find me there, something about dirt and grass. I can get behind that. Who was it who said time waits for no man? Or time heals the wounds? Or, time is on my side, yes, itContinue reading “#320: What Was the Question? That Is the Question”
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