washing her white hair --
draped over her pink shoulders;
alluring cascade.
slicing an onion --
the sound of her knife on wood;
frying chicken legs.
always on her phone --
texting to the kids at night;
with her eyes on me.
washing her white hair --
draped over her pink shoulders;
alluring cascade.
slicing an onion --
the sound of her knife on wood;
frying chicken legs.
always on her phone --
texting to the kids at night;
with her eyes on me.
quail thrusting ahead --
looking sideways at the seeds
crushed by passing cars.
quail thrusting ahead --
huddled under the feeder;
which is long empty.
sandals and gray slush
do not mix well on cold days --
feet wrapped in bacon.
This superstitious world remains
bound in unenlightened chains;
folks believe in screwy things,
and give their folly potent wings.
Take, fer instance, this here cloud --
that people talk of long and loud.
I have asked some right smart folk
just how this thing is not a joke.
When explaining it to me
it seems to be a fantasy;
a web of nonsense, which I fear
would puzzle even Edward Lear.
Keeping data without holder;
not one blessed paper folder.
I think it uses beans and franks
for powering computer banks.
It's a network of some sort
and tracks a lot of child support.
My experts call it platform based,
where nothing ever is erased.
Online nostrum, cyber claptrap;
to me it's merely all darn crap pap.
I'll stay analog, hard copy;
I'd rather be secure tho sloppy!
President Biden on Tuesday said his administration is taking steps to limit the impact that sanctions imposed on Russia have on the U.S. economy, although he acknowledged some effects were likely.
(WSJ)
the snowmelt puddles --
drowning dead leaves and grasses;
ruthless and chilly.
the snowmelt puddles --
sparrows gather around it;
bar brawls erupting.
the snowmelt puddles --
capturing a pale dazed sun;
not yellow, not white.
These snowflakes are huge!
White doilies fluttering down
on top of my head.
These snowflakes are huge!
Settling on the cold ground
like alien lace.
These snowflakes are huge!
Who makes such sterile beauty?
How long will they last?
The cornbread is done --
a sense of humid glory
fills the apartment.
The cornbread is done --
this is what yellow smells like;
an old sun's color.
The cornbread is done --
no raisins this time, alas;
was the salt forgot?
One brown maple leaf --
blown up on its brittle stem;
a whole deadened tree.
One brown maple leaf --
moves in the wind like a crab;
trapped in crisp brown grass.
One brown maple leaf --
on the chill soggy sidewalk;
why does gray exist?
Rubber radishes --
wiggles while being sliced up;
good enough for guests.
Rubber radishes --
shredded into snow white slaw;
add some vinegar.
Rubber radishes --
on sale at the small market
next to "Street Closed" sign.
The clock's steady click --
overheard in sleepless night;
the judge's gavel.
The clock's steady click --
perhaps the hands will applaud
at midnight for her.
The clock's steady click --
hoping the battery dies;
the dark bed so warm.
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left in the long dark --
the gray owls rejoice in it;
others hoard their light.
the clouds multiply