Little Billboards #5
the spine dry contoursa rattle on a dirt roadthe map of human life
Category: Poetry
From the Eunoia Archives: He was not for all ages, but for that one time!
Originally published at Eunoia Solstice in 2013. Though not often, I have written commemorative poems. Composing this way can be stressful, but also inspiring. It connects to ancient traditions, to…
Little Billboards #84
Citrus Smokestacks(found poem–pg. 21 of Eric Schlosser’sFast Food Nation) The town out on the edge nicknamed “Citrus Smokestacks”had just sixty inhabitants. It was the last stop.Tourists and migrants jammed cheap…
From the Eunoia Archives: Accidental Lyrics
When we started Eunoia Solstice, Eric and I wanted to post compositional prompts and games. We called it “The Goading,” but only managed to goad each other. Here is one…
The Week That Was, or Brokefoot Poutin’
Remember last week and all that great weather and trips to the park? This week began in rain (and ended in rain) and a broken foot for our youngest who…
The Week That Was, or Red Planet Aligned
We’ve had great weather here, so when the kids get home we’ve been going to the park. I miss when the geese would waddle around us. Now there’s just screeching…
The Week That Was, or You got some Duncan Idaho on my Gurney Halleck.
The week began with some semi-restful snow days. I don’t believe anyone in our home was permanently damaged, though a few tears were shed and more than a few markers…
