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#423: An Easter Egg Poem on April 17, 2022

On Easter Eve, my house was egged. Yeah, we were watchingtelevision when suddenlystartled by the intensebombardment on the wall inside of whichwe were engrossed in a show, a wall covered,I might add, with windows, single paned, old glass, that luckily, did not shatter. These guys had to havepretty good arms, becauseour house is set awayContinue reading “#423: An Easter Egg Poem on April 17, 2022”

#422: My Neighbor Digs a Hole (a poem on April 17, 2022)

My neighbor digs a hole, a big one,in his back yard. I’ve met him. He seems like a good guy and hehas a beautiful Husky and runs a care facility for elderly folk on the top floor of his basement apartment. Of course, I wonder, why is he digging such a gigantichole? It was rainingContinue reading “#422: My Neighbor Digs a Hole (a poem on April 17, 2022)”

#421: A Curtal Sonnet (à la “Pied Beauty”) on April 16, 2022

Glory be to mowing right before the rains come– For black clouds as dark as coal just so far away; For the vacuum cleaner purr of my electric mower;Not a scent of gasoline in the air as I race against time; The lawn patchy and poofed in spots where grass grows uneven; Now smoothed byContinue reading “#421: A Curtal Sonnet (à la “Pied Beauty”) on April 16, 2022″

#420: I’m Not Interested In Your Bass Rig (a poem on April 15, 2022)

I’m not interested in hearing about your bass rigand all of your basses, and neither is our bass player. You’re a sound guy–I mean, at least tonight, that is your job. So please stop talking our ears offabout your stupid bass rig. I don’t want to knowabout your tube amplifier; I don’t want to hearaboutContinue reading “#420: I’m Not Interested In Your Bass Rig (a poem on April 15, 2022)”

#419: Baby’s First Mosh Pit, a Poem for April 14

I lost my 16 year old and his buddy in the crowd. They were making their wayto the stage in the early show throng before the opening act did their thing. I stayed back because I knew better.As soon as the headliner played their first note, there was an immediate surgeforward and the mosh pitContinue reading “#419: Baby’s First Mosh Pit, a Poem for April 14”

#418: Zygote, 17 Years Later, Goes to Rock Show with His Dad–a Sonnet on April 13, 2022

It’s no longer accurate to call him a zygote,because he is, after all, a 16 year old boy, but “Zygote, 17 Years Later, Goes to RockShow with His Dad,” I thought, was a funny title for a poem. For all intents and purposes, and oddly, given that the parents who broughthim into the world areContinue reading “#418: Zygote, 17 Years Later, Goes to Rock Show with His Dad–a Sonnet on April 13, 2022”

#417: A Poem About a Very Small Thing on April 12, 2022

What’s the smallest thing I know?I know there are things called quarks, but I don’t know them from atom. Apparently (and I didn’t know this either), nine years ago a photograph was takenof an atom’s shadow. As photographs go,it’s not very good, unless you’re into that kind of thing. With the naked eyeI’ve seen aContinue reading “#417: A Poem About a Very Small Thing on April 12, 2022”

#416: A Poem About a Very Big Thing on April 11, 2022

What’s the biggest thing I know?If we’re speaking about the things around the house, well, then, the planet Earth is the biggest thing. There’s nothing bigger on top of it–even the largest animal, the most massive fungus, the most enormous crater, the tallest building–none of these things are as big as the thingon which theyContinue reading “#416: A Poem About a Very Big Thing on April 11, 2022”

#415: A Snow Day in April: A Casual Poem on April 11, 2022

I live in a neighborhoodtypically referred to as a banana belt. Yes, we haveno bananas, but it’s sometimeswarm here when it’s cold everywhere else. It’s alsoApril in the Pacific Northwest, a month during which, in my entirelifetime, I do not remember a single day of snow. It snowed last night and closed our school districtdownContinue reading “#415: A Snow Day in April: A Casual Poem on April 11, 2022”

#414: Love Poem for My School, April 10, 2022

I’ve spent 37 yearsof my life within your walls. I grew up there, my teenage brain nourished, my creativityencouraged–flourished.That bedrock of careplanted seedsthat would germinateinto a course of study, a search for vocationthat would bring meback inside this campusfor a career. As I evolved, so did your walls, shifting, growing, moving into newspaces, to suchContinue reading “#414: Love Poem for My School, April 10, 2022”