“There are three rules for writing the novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.” (W. SOMERSET MAUGHAM)

Friday, November 28, 2014

Co-poets pt. 10; the end

This piece will conclude this particular project(a study in collaborative poetry)

My final poem comes from the piece my brother Chad and I came up with...

Woodland Birds

The eyes shine bright
as the name of every
woodland bird
and their different
calls come easily
to the tongue

but pictures found
in  a hat box
left to linger
in a mildewy attic
ring no bells
the eyes now
glassed over
as the tongue
laps the mouth
searching for purchase

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Co-poets pt. 9

This is my rendering -a very spare piece based off of the poem Paul and I did together.


Things forgotten
come swirling back
in a vortex of memory
a random mind chooses
which to spew
and lay bare
for the unwitting
not to hear

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Co-poets pt.8

This is my offering which came out of the collaboration done with Steve Pump;


Staring into the dream-glass
the ghosts appear again
behind me, the faces
somewhat familiar
but not quite right.
I cannot blink them away.
Men with hats and women
wearing strings of pearls,
children in knickers, licking
lollipops, sticky residue on their lips
all smiling at my back, yet
when I turn to face them,
they are gone,
save for the unbearable weight.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Co-poets pt.7

Continuing the collaboration theme, this piece is mine alone and based on the original lines sent to all the collaborators and represents where my mindset was at the time I thought of them...
(no title) 
Memories appear
then fade away
like half-formed clouds
that almost become
a pirate ship.

Blackbeard was a pirate,
Bill Mazeroski too
but he was a different kind,
I think.

Pirates liked to bury
their treasure.
I had a dog once
he liked to bury stuff
in the yard

Who’s out there?
I saw someone lurking,
you stay away!
Leave my treasure alone!