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New Poem, "I Know A Lot About Nature"
I Know A Lot About Nature
Thinking about my speckled green pj's,
and the stirring sight of me,
jumping up and down on the bed in them,
my broad, sweet chest visible between the buttons,
you cry alone in your house this a.m.,
while hungry, baby swallowtail butterflies
attack your flower garden in the front yard,
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Well, that was an awful lot of fun....
Tied for third last night in the Finals of the first ever Albuquerque Slam Poet Laureate Finals at the Kimo Theatre.
In the form round, I read my pantoum about fireflies and people seemed to like it.
I'm also very proud to know and call friend Mr. Danny Solis, who won and is now the first ever Slam Poet Laureate.
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THAT. JUST. HAPPENED. - My Recap of Last Night's ABQ Slam Poet Laureate Bout
So, about last night:
I’m somewhat a little laughing at myself today, because of how I was probably sounding yesterday about my chances in last night’s competition. Last night went better than I’d have imagined. For “real”.
Round 1 of last night’s Bout 2 of the ABQ Slam Poet Laureate Competition broke down like this: eleven competitors, all strong ( Read more... ) -
Poems Twenty-Four Through Thirty (Plus), Poem-A-Day, "Ten Nature Haiku"
Poems Twenty-Four Through Thirty (Plus), Poem-A-Day, "Ten Nature Haiku"
sleeping late into
a November afternoon;
dreaming in color
the woodpecker stops,
perhaps he heard me shouting,
shotgun in my hand
the snapping turtle
warns us with his vicious fangs:
"no skinny-dipping"
raccoons tap their beaks
against unyielding metal:
nightly ritual
yesterday's ( Read more... ) -
23 of 30, Poem-A-Day, "Dark Red Water, Big White Wings"
Dark Red Water, Big White Wings
I'm doing this because
I'm hoping
that the lives I might meet
in the next world
won’t understand me when I describe to them a lie
will need me to explain it to them
and then, again,
I'm hoping that if I do this
then next life will be cleaner than now
and I'm hoping I won't even remember how to lie
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22 of 30, Poem-A-Day, "In the Original Language"
In the Original Language
Walking through the square
in front of the university library obliges me
to pass handfuls of students clustering about loudly,
or seated on the nearby grass,
or talking in pairs in the shade of the plain marble columns
that flank the entranceway.
As I pass them, I know I can always depend upon
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21 of 30, Poem-A-Day, "My Sudden Appearance"
My Sudden Appearance
I step outside of the apartment
to get some air
in the middle of the night
say about 2 am
and I notice something,
down the little side road
behind my house,
something about the size of a dog
walking in my direction.
I can't hear anything.
When he steps into the light
about ten feet from me
I see that it's a coyote;
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20 of 30, Poem-A-Day, "A.D."
A. D.
The first has got to be
the cruelest day in April by far,
not just because that’s the day
everyone lies to one another
and then celebrates the lie
by calling each other a fool,
but because that stupid, funeral sunlight
in the top floor windows
of the tallest building in the city
shines in our eyes even when it’s overcast
and half past six; ( Read more... ) -
19 of 30, Poem-A-Day, "The Big Book of Erotic Ronald McDonald Photography"
Here is poem number 19. Yes, I'm aware that I am behind;
but I'm also trying to be forward. I'll be totally honest here:
this is one of the HARDEST poems I have ever had to write.
It took a lot out of me, but I think this is what happens
sometimes when we push ourselves beyond where we feel safe.
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The Big Book of Erotic Ronald McDonald Photography
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