Entries from January 2009

January 31, 2009

First Thing Published in 2009!

…is in a place I’ve never seen before on my Google searches called Wordletting.  Nifty name!  I was struck by the current issue they had at the time because no one, I mean like no one, publishes what may be considered ‘you-based poetry’ anymore.  It had to have some kind of a tilt or be [...]

January 28, 2009

#592

It’s easier to boil hot water than cold.

January 22, 2009

I Might Jim Morrison

The guy next to me on the train
is listening to Nirvana
and sticking out his chin
in time to the bass drum
quite like a rooster does
when he’s looking to mate.
He smells like deep fry and ashtray
and has dog hair on the thighs
of his stone-washed jeans.
I wonder if he thinks Cobain
would be his friend
if only he could [...]

January 17, 2009

Mannequin Envy Reading Period – now until Feb. 15.09

Every once in awhile you ave to assume that the ‘who’ of you gets buried beneath massive amounts of blog postings and there comes times for a reminder.  Or a commercial.  Or whatever.
The best looking online arts & literary journal in showbiz is currently in a reading period for the winter issue.  Yours truly is the [...]

January 14, 2009

#589

You can’t not eat the gravy when you’re having stew.

January 12, 2009

#588

It’s not the best idea to take bulky office furnishings on the morning commuter train.

January 9, 2009

Peter Young

Rock’n’roll is the hamburger that ate the world.

January 8, 2009

#586

There are some products that you need to buy quality.  Plastic wrap and body soap come to mind.

January 7, 2009

Hideous Kinky – Esther Freud

First:  It wasn’t until we were halfway through France that we noticed Maretta wasn’t talking.
Last:  Ibadly wanted to climb up and join her, but I thought it would be safest to stay on the seat in case Mum changed her mind about going home and decided at the last minute to jump off at one [...]

January 4, 2009

Wisdom is a Watermelon

Teenagers are nectarines
who think they are peaches
without the fuzz.
 
Love is a blackberry
that bursts before you taste it
and leaves a stain all the same.
 
Old people are kiwis,
donned in fuzzy sweaters
and sour in the middle.
 
Wisdom is a watermelon,
lovely to look at
but hard to carry home .