Eliot Ness's
wife left him
She simply
caste him aside
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Beg - by Rand
Assuming the beggar
is scamming you
doesn't help anyone
Just give them your change
and consider it a sumptuary
tax on cynicism
is scamming you
doesn't help anyone
Just give them your change
and consider it a sumptuary
tax on cynicism
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Labor - by Rand
The mad scientist spent
the afternoon speaking
when he should have
been working
Not enough labor
Too much oratory
the afternoon speaking
when he should have
been working
Not enough labor
Too much oratory
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Crayon - by Rand
She asked me
if I pronounced
it with two
syllables
or with one
"like the bird"
I replied
"hand me
the blue one"
if I pronounced
it with two
syllables
or with one
"like the bird"
I replied
"hand me
the blue one"
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
En Passant - by Rand
You caught
my eye
as you
went by
But you
passed
quickly
and were
gone
Leaving
me to
occupy
the space
where you
once were
my eye
as you
went by
But you
passed
quickly
and were
gone
Leaving
me to
occupy
the space
where you
once were
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Cider - by Rand
The Girl:
There's
a fly
in my
cider
The Fly:
I was
floating
in cider
Now I'm
floating
inside her
There's
a fly
in my
cider
The Fly:
I was
floating
in cider
Now I'm
floating
inside her
Friday, September 9, 2011
Color - by Rand
I dream in
black and white
Once I thought
I dreamed in
color but it
was only the
pigment of my
imagination
black and white
Once I thought
I dreamed in
color but it
was only the
pigment of my
imagination
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Life - by Rand
Some say that life is a game
to be played with two or more
and with reckless abandon
Others warn that life is delicate
A fleeting and ephemeral thing
To be handled like a magazine
But I think that life should
be eaten with a large spoon
in huge hungry gulps
to be played with two or more
and with reckless abandon
Others warn that life is delicate
A fleeting and ephemeral thing
To be handled like a magazine
But I think that life should
be eaten with a large spoon
in huge hungry gulps
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Fend - by Rand
At first I kept
you at arms length
Fend
Then you were
my sworn enemy
Fiend
But over time
you became my
Friend
you at arms length
Fend
Then you were
my sworn enemy
Fiend
But over time
you became my
Friend
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Format - by Rand
A while back
I promised
a poem to my
friend Matt
I suppose I'll
never get as
good a chance
to deliver on
that commitment
I promised
a poem to my
friend Matt
I suppose I'll
never get as
good a chance
to deliver on
that commitment
Format - by Debbie
A BRIEF COMMENT ON EBOOKS & DIGITAL PUBLISHING
or pixels,
illustrated
or not,
or not,
what comes first
is always:
is always:
The Story.
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