Monthly Archives: February 2023

Some people have a gift My first girlfriend was a backwards talker Fluent and baffling I can still hear her say condominium backwards and yeereg stel wog She became a librarian.

A call came in to our excited leader When I was birding in Cape May A rare giant raven had been spotted in Delaware Bay And was on its way We were ready with our binoculars Our cameras and gaze But the bird it did not show Then or any days We saw eagles hawksContinue reading “ONE POE BOY”

Look around It has not been done Great art has not been drawn the song has not been sung the world remains so tragic no one has found the magic go ahead try to fix this fucked up place it has not yet been done maybe you are the one

I test drove a car that had airbags. Airbags! Not the ones that deploy in the event of an accident that would not be news. These lift the whole car to drive in the mud, a foot of snow or maybe a flood. I did not buy the car and now I think that maybeContinue reading “THE COMING APOCALYPSE”

No. I do not want to be a poet. I read great poems because I really want to be a muse.

Every poem is a love letter to the world Or to a person in it Except this one I hate you

I lose words some times I lose             some times I                     some times   lose words some           words            times I lose             some times            words

I told my poet friend that I played tennis with another poet today. “Is she any good?” my friend asked. “A strong backhand and powerful net game,” I replied. “No,” “her work,” “Is she any good?” “I dunno.” I said. “All I ever heard her say was, ‘SWITCH’.”

I thought I was a novelist having written the Greatest American Novel that nobody read. It had a complex plot with many characters. It came together and had a point. It took three years to write. I can’t go through that again. Sadly, the awful truth may be that I am but  a poet.