Category: Experience

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Tsundoku Tricube

Tsundoku,

I tell you!

‘s what I do

you know who

runs this zoo

not too few

‘s nothing new

my books were

overdue

A tribe is a poem with three stanzas, each with three lines, each with three syllables

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Dreamland B&B

his wife has auburn curls

and never enough

cookbooks

he owns a farmland B&B

with steps down

into the kitchen

where he’s made cinnamon

rolls early

strong coffee

leading the way

kitchenward

where we ponder

all the possibilities

of the day

without

deadlines

we sip on

our own

schedule

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Death Scream

outside at 10 pm

with the dogs

a death cry fight

came from the

woods 50

yards out

we all froze

stood motionless

paralyzed with fear

already mourning

something

something fought

something died

in the woods

we think it was

an owl attacking

another feral cat

the terror of the

forest at night

is every fairy tale

illustration of the

dark side that

traumatized childhood

into needing

another glass of water

our woods are

where we live

and sleep

stuck in the pages

of no happily

ever after for

our wildlife

after YouTube

church we’ll take

the tractor to

the crime scene

we, the detectives

of the dark forest

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Piddling

we piddled together through the mart

antiques, novelties, glove sizers

didn’t buy a single thing

except lunch — (we bought that)

fly in her water

didn’t keep it

sent it back

ordered

wine

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Morning Games

I see his figure

peeking around the sage chair

looking right at me

acting non-chalant

resting briefly to lick paws

he stretches out, yawns

as if he does not

have a burning agenda

playing me a fool

his ball rests nearby

then a thump of his black tail

and a sudden pounce

an invitation

to an early-morning game

that I can’t resist