Looking into your warehouse it’s clear that
someone’s really good at stacking boxes.
I know they use machines
but it’s still a skill
to form
a lattice like that
three stories high
to hold against
the pull top boxes feel… Read on Macduff...
I Saw It
That tree at night is so beautiful.
I saw it. I saw the beauty.
I claim this vision with my
artist’s eye. My eye so
true you crave to see
the beauty I see. You pose
and claim you saw … Read on Macduff...
Escobar’s Cold
Escobar couldn’t hear so good.
His cold — the same cold he was
complaining about last month —
had taken root now, deep inside
the curly spots that led from ears to brain.
You might think he would open his … Read on Macduff...
Belated Reflections on the Animated Feature “Happy Feet”
Reflection number 1.
It’s just a matter of time before “Happy Feet: The Musical” hits Broadway. So if, like me, your chest starts to constrict at the thought of 100 people tap dancing their hearts out while wearing penguin suits, … Read on Macduff...
By request: Carl Sandburg
(It’s not every day that someone asks you to write a short poem about Carl Sandburg.)
Carl Sandburg
was a dangerous man
always creeping around
on little cat feet infecting
people with
TB.
Blue coffee
You gotta
let it fly
spread it around
your community
like spilling blue coffee
on your neighbors, the family
a cup of the “things I’m bummed about” grind.
After all,
if everyone has a
blue coffee stain on their shirt… Read on Macduff...
First, the flash
on the plane ride home
that I might be the one who dies young —
that flimsy-bodied office worker whose organs
gave out.
Then the smiling round
retired banker capturing me at the local tea shop
telling me only the … Read on Macduff...
The Against the Day Deathmarch Pause That Refreshes
Back in January aught 5 a hardy band of pioneer types set forth on what some say was the very first blog-based literary deathmarch — the so-called “Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch,” in which a crew of modern day Lewis and Clark … Read on Macduff...
Whiskey plush
He achieves a softer plush with his face
letting the gray grassy mass
accumulate.
Short enough he will not chew
a whiskey growth
a little moss.
Something to rub at during meetings.
that won’t come come off
on the fingers.