Category Archives: Poem

Visceral Musing

Posted on May 21, 2018 by

Here Poemy, here girl, here boy, hweet, hwheet, wheet… c’mon—atta girl, atta boy, c’mon. Bronkbuster’s muse is a dominatrix— demanding, abusive, beautiful, alluring, cruel, and dripping wet—smelling of sea and sagebrush. Mine is on cat’s feet, shifting shapes and sometimes … Continue reading →

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Reading Admonition

Posted on March 16, 2018 by

Reading poems– a bronkbuster, a recovered drunk, a morning iconoclast; all tell me: write something with velocity, not half fast.   (Paul Zarzyski: Gordon Stevens; Richard Hugo: Hugo House;  William Stafford: American Academy of Poets)

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A Poem Comes

Posted on March 2, 2018 by

My impatience robs me of my observance, but sharpens my pen. I slice my ego into quivering hunks of silvery fatback, sputtering in the skillet I heat with my heart. Shame fits me too well. I am only as good … Continue reading →

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Haiku: Rain, Rain

Posted on February 16, 2018 by

Rain, rain, come and stay; all the green loves every day. Rain, rain, time to play. (iStock)

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Dead of Night

Posted on January 20, 2018 by

Pulled out of Tonopah at half-past last heading up ninety-five. Rocks were glowing—sand was blowing, saw absolutely nothing alive. Realized then: what did I know, is there anything real I see? This highway runnin’ in the dead of night is … Continue reading →

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Mystery Bird

Posted on September 26, 2017 by

A whirring tumble of notes; a small dark bird I cannot identify— no name where the song might hang. There is only sound. This morning arpeggio startles me. I find the singer on a high wire beak open, breath inflating … Continue reading →

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Haiku–The Nose Knows

Posted on September 15, 2017 by

In what we call stink a wealth of information finds your active brain. (photo: *Toulouse as a youngster–jrs; *model for Bucket in Ochoco Reach)

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Haiku: Each of Us a Star

Posted on August 30, 2017 by

We all want to shine– surely, the light from inside, each of us a star. (plant: imgarcade.com; person: alamy.com)

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Haiku: Mist Opportunity

Posted on August 18, 2017 by

Low cloud off the sea envelopes everything, beading the dark stones. (shore: pixabay.com)

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Haiku: Fitting Flit

Posted on January 12, 2017 by

I think the word flit was invented by someone watching chickadees.

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