Poetry

from Erogenous Alphabet

B

Broad in both girth and humor and wanton as any
Babylonian, Miss Burlesque Duchess 2015 offers the spotlight a
Bedazzler’s plastic gems hammily winking along her crinoline.
Brows plucked into a Greek mask’s forced hilarity, she
brims over her …

Horse Sense

When they set fire to the understory of Hitchcock Woods,
the firemen lean on green signs that read: “Burning Today.”
Their helmets forgotten or lost, they cannot help but blink
and think of themselves, too, flaring briefly in the shade…

Literature Quiz #1

1. Of Charles Dickens, Angie Dickinson, and Edgar Allan Poe, who isn’t your favorite author? Why?

2. Who isn’t your least favorite, and why?

3. What are the positives and negatives of each author? Please don’t comment on literary style, …

Dead Horse

He threw strawberries at birds to explain existentialism. So it went for the narrator of the story I read. I gazed out the window, snow on the ground.

In the street, a man pushed a cart full of batteries. His …

Wake

The snow globe shaken so hard
trees and people float loose above
the tiny alpine village. An unappealing
afterlife, heaven in a knickknack,
although no one still stuck
seems to notice, each holding
the same pose they had before.

 …

I Was Kelp

I was kelp:
wet velvet
in warm water.
You were one wave
and another.

 

 

My Hungarian Mother

She didn’t let the ocean
touch her toes. Too foreign,
she said. I lie back,
I hear the soldiers’