Friday, September 30, 2011

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Beside - by Rand

she was sitting
right next to me
but that's not
what I was
talking about

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

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

Saturday, September 24, 2011

World - by Rand

the wild world
whirls while
the wild whirled
whirl round
the wild world

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"

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

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

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

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

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

Monday, September 5, 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

Format - by Debbie



A BRIEF COMMENT ON EBOOKS & DIGITAL PUBLISHING

Print
or pixels,
illustrated
or not,
what comes first
is always:

The Story.