will o’ the wisps
glowing in rain
accelerate toward me
like headlights
or those tiny ufos
in close encounters
i will
become less
suddenly insubstantial
riding the back of
a firefly
chasing raindrops
i wish hummingbirds
glowed
in the dark
Tag: writing
NEW! Open Mic Reading
Yes, that title isn’t lying. The wonderful Rose, our own Poet Rummager, has graciously added a new reading to the October Open Mic page. Check out her sites here (poetrummager) AND here (slashermonster).
You can catch all the sweet voices on the Open Mic Page.
Also, consider this your last reminder for October to get your readings in for this month. Seriously, people.
candy and concrete (20161022)
surrounded by
eternity’s fat fathers
velvet words
a poisonous, laughing poetry
perfumed breath of women
borne on ferocious breezes
decay a liquid ghost
tasting like candy and concrete
her heart lies
but never voices her magic rhythm
——
for
Specks and Fragments/The Elusive Trope
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge: A Chorus Line (10.22.16)
thinking ahead (20161021)
the couch is the only
earthquake insurance
that i’m investing in
chasing (20161020)
what a mess
the wax all lost
an unrefined slag
poured in
too brittle
to chase
too dark to burnish
and the original
mold of us
buried in rubble
tendrils (20161019)
each memory a root
sinking into ground
to loop back
out of cool earth
to catch my feet
what do they grow
down into
what draws them underground
who knows
in the darkness
you can’t see them
but they grasp you
and you falter
just the same
——
winds of autumn (20161018)
i apologize, homer,
i don’t have a goddess
to invoke or a pathetic
fighter to prop up
only my poor verses
all useless jargon
metaphor and simile
meter and rhyme
or rhythm at least
but i will whisper my true name
to an acorn
and plant it at the crossroads
every leaf and twig
will sigh my secrets
when autumn bares the trees
my words will blow about you
stick to your shoes
and you will pluck out
of your hair while gazing
in your mirror
true night (20161017)
perfect
as a ghost is perfect
in its incorruptible form
a smile
brief
the twinkle of a star
a billion light years away
a candle not even in the same part
of the sky anymore
this illusion of a memory
lost by
closing my eyes
and letting the true night
and fading scent of
honey
wash over me
sunset with insect (20161016)
the mantis
caught in my flashlight beam
gold and long as a finger
always our habit
to move everything to safety
–worms after the rain
or a leaking sprinkler
–spiders in the tub
–even yelling at the squirrels
/my mortal enemies/
tarrying in the street
i put my hand down
on the swidewalk
he needs a nudge but crawls onto
the meaty part of my index finger
this elicits a response
from a walker
heading in the other direction
they’re good luck, he says
and i’ve heard it’s illegal to kill them
i find a bush
hard to tell what it is
in the dark
and offer him his escape
he wraps himself around me
like a promise ring
maybe he likes the warmth
or he’s tired of all that walking
or maybe he’s just lonely
but i coax him off
onto the relative safety of the plant
wet with rhythm (20161015)
brother to fire-eyed dogs
blue smoke smiles
prisoner to almost all
porcelain women — poison me
with a cup of salt water
wake me to air wet with rhythm
——
for
Elusive Trope/Specks and Fragments
Magnetic Poetry Saturday Challenge
Words and Feathers 