Monday, September 26, 2016

Anthology Publication




Dear Don,
Thank you for submitting your poems to Lost Tower Publications.
I am delighted to inform you that your poem ‘Introduction to Photographs of Flowers' has been accepted into The Poetry of Flowers.
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.
Introduction to Photographs of Flowers
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As an entertainer
I don't often
write about flowers.
I don't own them.
They are never
original and thus
are never true.
They don't push
against the friction
of my mind properly.
However they are the
sex organs of
our neighbors, the
vegetables. They
model the most
important part
of our swift passage
over the years with their
fresh beginnings and their
fading.
They mean
what we do
quietly. But
they state it
grandly, with
pretty smells.
We hide in them,
even use them to
draw each other
into our dark and
private corners.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Last Day of Summer: Poetry and Photographs


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MVFlCDRgj2A

Monday, September 19, 2016

The Refrigerator Dream: Cheaper to freeze them or keep them alive?



Before he went to sleep
he said, I can't make any tributes.
Nobody hears my tributes.
And they will vanish with me.
Then he dreamed.
My refrigerator's name is
Jules. And Jules
sings as he
dances and all
of his protected delicates
stay slowly alive.
Jules shuts down one day
with a lightening bolt and
the salami, the milk and the eggs
let in the dust.

Friday, September 09, 2016

The Soundtrack from Elizabeth


A nation
is the largest thing I know.
There is reason
for the big choirs
on the high ramparts
of the ornate churches
and the great uniforms
with the epauleti
and the hats of grandeur.
It's not like the
neighborhoods of simple
people and their petty
cruelty or their bits
of shared cake.
On this little earth
I make scratches
that quickly heal.

Friday, September 02, 2016

Interview with a Ghost


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 Although I still can speak
 my voice gets lost in a
 hush which sucks the sound
 away. I am
 saying goodbye to (becoming)
 my shadow. Awfully,
 I watch what transpires.
 A great question
 is to be answered.
 Alone, I travel
 through a transversal of mystery.