At MercyWhen temps dip belowzero, wind moans bite-numbing frostbite song;at midnight, quiet sighs,a clicking trip: mini-splitdies. Layering buffer works for pudgy humans, cats;wee fishies not so much.We, at mercy of Motherand Machine, firetroubleshooting;ah! warm again!Notes: I’ve had 3 power outages this winter. One was via the power company with downed trees, with power/heat restored within…
Category: poetry
Dirty Sham Wow (poem)
Dirty Sham WowHalf dead bully who doesn’t give a rat’s asswhat anybody thinks of him. Just like kidsin school, the hateful wannabes are in hisshadow, enforcing his sociopathic reign of fuckery upon the peoples and landscapesof the globe. Threatening to invade, thendrawing back after everyone gets all hotand bothered. Laughing with his endlesstweets and moronic…
FFF 65 — Cold Ass Weather
I’m not sure what’s going on with WP, but they’ve done something to it. Why mess with the Classic editor? It’s simple for us non-techies and I’ve enjoyed using it since starting blogging at WP. Now you’ve effed with it. Put the KISS option back the way it was please. I was snowed in from…
dVerse Poetics Tuesday — Snow Siren Sea
Snow Siren Sea I like its brightness on scape, white bleaching in stillnessmy warm house like a cozy ship, through portholes gaze uponfrozen sea, where I imagine, bundled up, winter sailor, I braveto swim through it with muk-a-luks to island of parting siren.Warming frozen lock with mittenedpaws, it blessedly clicks.Oh memory, ice solid, that indeed…
dVerse Prosery Monday — Final kiss
Bury me with the lies I told.–Alejandro Escovedo, from “Bury Me“ Final Kiss We grew up as neighbors. Your folks and ours were best friends. Moms canning peaches together every summer. Dads on the same bowling league. Remember when we all got Stingrays with banana seats? I remember it started in 9th grade, when we…
What Within Us?
what within us? white men, dark suitsred ties, white shirtsarmy of pain dealerstearing apart our homesleaving us to wander, wonderwhat within uskeeps us chainedunder such vile rule? Steve’s post today inspired me to share a poem I’ve been working on for a few days. Please take a few moments to read Steve’s post and my…
haiga for winter
This was first published in 2022. Earlier in the week, all of the snow had melted. It started again a couple of days ago and hasn’t stopped since. It is steady and heavy. Spring seems so far away. cold, ever visiting impossible to ignore bones creak in the wind
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