Tag Archives: humor

in case you have forgotten our smallness remember this scale

in case you have forgotten our smallness remember this scale if the sun were as big as a football the earth would be a peppercorn mercury the head of a pin & venus just another peppercorn with our turning blue … Continue reading

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wake for a refrigerator

something standing in a house eight years unmoving should be family– we all have those people we cannot move easily, stubbing toes sometimes on their hard edges & them without the grace or ability to apologize for it (in fairness, … Continue reading

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days like these

days like these I want an exit sign right there on the ceiling where I can if I really want to jump out of this skin & leave the planet temporarily to the insane (both criminal & not) but that … Continue reading

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squashed

gold and green on vines summer’s ripe frantic giving past appreciation of this heaviness heaving into sight desperate¬†for handling rolling our eyes, tired of phallic snickers already how many times is something so green so generous going to announce itself … Continue reading

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bad relationship poem #550

once you get past 100 in this series you know it’s far past time to run just look down once in a while because the celestial sense of humor that put us together in the first place & the second … Continue reading

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issues (for Ann)

the polite word some friends say someone has, almost like fleas instead of he’s nuts or they make medication for that whatever the reason for that particular that I prefer to balance on this spiderwebbed filament of creativity teetering the … Continue reading

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Knocking Heads With the Mennonites

My “plain people” poem brought back a favorite family story I have not heard since I was 10 years old. My grandparents were out driving one Sunday morning somewhere in Canada, near Owen Sound, Ontario. ¬†It was early enough for … Continue reading

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