Poem-a-Day
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The Shoelaces of Love
Respectable black, or sporty white? The black with red racing stripes? Maybe. Yellow? Cheerful, but a bit naive. Butterflies, hearts, flowers? Not my thing. The old ones were slightly frayed, but functional, until the dog peed on them. Baby blue? Too sweet. Navy blue? Too staid. Here are some… Continue reading
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Harvest
In preparation for the lean season, I gather my memories. Some ripe and sweet as childhood, others in neglected, unwatered corners, withered and stone-hard. Some offer themselves freely, some hide in thistles and thorns. This basket grows heavy. Winter is coming. But not today. Continue reading
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Binky
My little dog had a binky, a soft blue toy he carried everywhere, upstairs & down, inside & out, into his crate at bedtime, & if he lost it, he was frantic, tiny black dustmop searching every- where, coming to me with pleading eyes, but then last week he really did lose it,… Continue reading
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Ice
The icefield stretches beyond viewing. Buried within, bodies of insects and animals. Forgotten wars. It melts, freezes, melts. At the edge, a picnic celebrates the end of civilization. An animal turns on the spit. Another awaits the slaughter. Humans dance, praying to their multiple gods. Bells and tambourines ring. Balloons… Continue reading
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Reject
Today we viewed the holos of the new people. If they are people. Their bodies are vertically elongated. They move on two appendages. This is the only thing about them we can admire, such amazing balance. They are otherwise awkward, ugly. They have no fur, except a bit at the top of… Continue reading
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