Note to self on the failures of my life Too slow. Too fast. Wrong notes plucked on out of tune guitar. Is failing simply practicing to succeed? Or maybe you just suck. Is this poem really about learning to play… Continue Reading →
Sestina for an Afternoon Dalliance Piercing ominous clouds, a shaft of sunlight frames two young men on the knob overlooking sweaty, shirtless football players – “A tool,” the red-haired youth claims, “a lightning rod to channel violence.” “No, a buffet… Continue Reading →
That’ll teach ‘m Oh, look, the near-sighted spider must have said there’s a bit of inviting ground, a cozy patch so nice and round. Thought he found a quaint plat to call his own, but, alas, a cup of coffee… Continue Reading →
The Abecedarian Menagerie (or why one shouldn’t hire an ataxophobic zookeeper with an alphabetical obsession) Alligator and antelope, enough already? Baboon and badger might be a boon, but not boas and bobcats. Camels, capybara, and caribou I suppose will do… Continue Reading →
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