Kitchen Ink
What the Lone Ranger said
When she asks if we can go to Milford to do an errand,
I say “Milford? Sure, I’d go to the dump with you, baby.”
But all the dumps are gone,
off-shored to India, Haiti, the North Pacific Gyre.
I miss them:
Posted 17 February 2009, 11:14
My father's moment
In 1973 my father drove me to the New London bus station and we got into a dispute about any marijuana I might have had in my pack. So I gave it to him and went on back to college.
more ...Posted 10 January 2009, 10:44
Crossing Iron Brook
Footholds on rocks and a snagged tree,
catching her hand for the big leaps.
Posted 11 December 2008, 21:12
Site changes
I’ve added the capability to print individual poems through Adobe Acrobat. At the bottom of each poem click on the Typeset this poem link. Also, I’ve established Shoreline Poetry News, a service that sends poetry announcements to subscribers.
more ...Posted 4 December 2008, 18:03
Remote control dog
Potbelly Chester waddled up to investigate
and Linda called him back from her apartment steps.
When he gave no heed she pointed at him
what looked like a TV remote.
Posted 19 September 2008, 12:18
The first rule of poetry
The first rule is don’t mention the words ear and Van Gogh
in the same stanza
Posted 4 September 2008, 13:13
Shoreline Poetry News
Subscribe to and announce poetry events on the Connecticut Shoreline approximately between New Haven and Old Saybrook and extending up to Middletown.
more ...Posted 21 July 2008, 21:29
Here's looking at looking
In the back of the mirror a curtain
drops into place and becomes still.
Posted 8 July 2008, 00:23
Four tanka for two voices
What expectation
of my difficult girlfriends
did I feel and flee?
Posted 5 July 2008, 19:26
Driving rain
I must be a fool
driving in rain so heavy
it’s like a car wash.
Posted 17 June 2008, 09:05