Saturday, April 22, 2017

Chicken Fricassee and Concrete

Milky foamy afternoon
two sleepy dawns
the walls of a pram
a voice, was it?
A street, scabbed knees.
Not wearing long pants
maybe dresses; but running.
Not keeping mouth open, close it!
Chicken fricassee and concrete.
Fields of wheat with
angry farmers.
The smell of pencils.
Hands and dance.
Cold moving away.
The United States.
The World.
The United States.
The state. The neighorhood.
With every passing day
one setting sun and night.
The house.
The room.
The bed.
The closed eyes.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Anthology Publication

Dear Don,

 
We are delighted to inform you that your poem, 'The Great Not Mehas been chosen for publication in the Along The Shore anthology
 
In this anthology, we have selected a range of touching, emotional, inspirational and educational poetry from around the world. Work was chosen for publication based on strict entrance criteria including originality, subject matter, expression, imagination, emotional effect on the reader and creativity.
 
 

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Scribble


My legs are my doodle pen.
The earth is my paper.
The dream is my doodle
masterpiece,  composed in
the sands of the night,
brushed away
by the light.

Sunday, April 09, 2017

Three-Dee

It was a theater of mistakes,
the night that made me cry.
I dreamed embarrassing dreams,
and when I awoke to
escape them, I met
embarrassing memories.
I heard what they said
and figured out why
they called me what they did.
The past was
so inaccessible.
I couldn't reach out for it.
Cried, gently,
quiet solitary night-time
tears, mentally clenching
fists. Yesterday I learned
I was getting smaller.

Sunday, April 02, 2017

Advice to the Broad Minded

Kind people,
you levelers
of the earth, don't
round the corners, don't
flatten the dynamic
range of the world.
Don't make acceptable
what is naughty.
It is the source
of pleasure in dreams.
.
An optimist
because I will always
have pleasant dreams.
that discharge
the twistiest wishes,
animate the sanctuary
in the protoplastic place,
I will carry,
privately,
into death.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

An Optimist's Soul Search


I think I'm an optimist
because I have pleasant dreams.
to discharge
.
my twistiest wishes
I will carry, privately,
into death.

Dreams animate
my sanctuary in the
protoplastic place.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Publication in "A Poet's Siddur"

I got this e-mail today:
Dear Don,

Thanks for submitting work for the "A Poet’s Siddur" project!

We'd like to use your poems "The Candle", and "Thankfulness Prayer" in the book which will be released later this year. (We’re hoping for September.) We’re working on plans for publication events, including live internet broadcasts and more, so stay tuned for that info!
I’m also excited to let you know that we’ve been given permission to include a poem from the late (but perpetually great) Leonard Cohen in the book, so we’ll all be in very good company on these pages!
We’re on to the design and layout of the book. Rest assured, before we send anything to print, you will receive a pdf proof via email with your poems and bio which we’ll ask you to look over to make sure everything is at it should be.

As a contributor to this book, you'll receive one free copy of the book and you'll be able to purchase additional copies at the significantly discounted contributor's rate. (Information on this is forthcoming.)