Monday, March 24, 2014

Poetic Tweets for NPR 2014

For the last two years the National Public Radio program "Tell Me More" hosted by Michel Martin has featured poetic tweets during the entire month of April to help celebrate National Poetry Month. If one wants to participate one merely needs to include the hashtag #Tmmpoetry in the Tweet one wants considered for the program. The Tweets are read aloud (twice!) on the air. Both of the previous years I was lucky enough to have one selected. So, below find the ten Tweets that I thought might be worthy this year. 

Polar Vortex-
The hole in my sock
widens

Arizona-
So little snow
so many flakes

Union Station-
In each other's arms
on the steam grate

Lighthouse beacon- 
The burnt orange of her lips
through the fog

Don't call it a comeback
We been here for years-
Hum of cicadas

Razor wire-
The creases in Father's
Orange jumpsuit

August heat-
The kink in the rope 
between her teeth

August afternoon-
A drunk tongues
an empty bottle

February First-
Shoveling a path to
the grill

Chess tournament-
A boy moves from his
father's shadow

Red light-
The car locks popping
as I cross


Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Tuesday Tidbits 11 MAR 14


Not John Henry-
New sign on 
the Office door

Spring Cleaning-
Leaping up to dust
the top shelf

Between the hangover
And the blackout-
Cherry Blossoms

Heavy flurries-
Opening the door to
a blank page

On Friday I posted a haiku about a friend's recent cancer diagnosis and as poets sometimes do, forgot that all of the context that was in my head wasn't on the page. Sorry if anyone thought the diagnosis was mine and I appreciate the concern. 

Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)


Thursday, March 06, 2014

Friday Follies 7 MAR 14



Doctor says Stage Four- 
Coffee darkens a napkin 
then tablecloth  

And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)

Tuesday, March 04, 2014

Tuesday Tidbits 4 MAR 14

I


Summer sunrise-
The casino refills 
the ATMS

Walking backwards
Across the parking lot-
The Crab Nebulae

Kissing
his name in black granite
Sliver of moon 

Manager's Office-
The telephone cord
trembling

Harvest moon-
A tight skirt waves
at passing cars

Red light-
The car locks popping
as I cross

Wide river-
Thelonious brooding
in the darkness

False eyelashes-
Wiper blades fill
with snow flakes

Lottery Balls-
Snow flakes on a bay breeze

Until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)