Monday Potes – Dropped Pages

“Dropped Pages” is a series of poems that were, for whatever reason, left out of my books. I can never really finish tweaking them or being totally satisfied with the results. This one was left out of Her Red Book On the Night of the Flood of Ghosts For M.L. He says we’re those kind of friends some day one of us will be at the other’s funeral She pulls the death card scythe and burning vardo in Texas flooding takes their friend’s home away and homes in Russia and the streets of Prague as Nigerian women sit on the dock at Texaco and threaten to remove their clothing from around themselves everything breaks She taps the deck the further we get from heartache the more we can love the ghost of it recalling the decree of separation that left her a Toyota...

Spider Relocation Project – Casualties to Date: 1

There was bound to be a casualty sooner or later. Spider relocation is risky business. I didn’t mean to do it, but I wasn’t exactly looking out for the little guys as I caulked the room. I was just caulking along and ZOOP, accidentally caulked a spider into a crack. Egad! Condolences to the wee beast’s family and a tribute – an oldie but a goodie from my chapbook Her Red Book. Days After the Spider was Dead She knew that time of year when trees invent new colors and the sunset from a pacific Northwest train is an angelic hole in an otherwise clouded sky She’d been waiting for some appropriate memorial for the dead spider Big-as-Your-Hand leg span tennis-shoed into a basement carpet as 40-year-old schoolboys revisit songs they’d written...