Little Billboards #5
the spine dry contoursa rattle on a dirt roadthe map of human life Continue reading Little Billboards #5
Tag: poetry
Little Billboards #58
Identity is the bumper stickerand the hide-and-seek rodeo vision. Continue reading Little Billboards #58
Little Billboards #1: For Maurice Sendak
May my crimes alsobe my daughter’s:Stealing flashlights,reading at night. (For Maurice Sendak, 1928-2012) Continue reading Little Billboards #1: For Maurice Sendak
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 times when the bard’s song was a monument as important as statuary. The specificity of the audience, rather than the imaginary, amorphous readers that I … Continue reading From the Eunoia Archives: He was not for all ages, but for that one time!
Little Billboards #35
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 motels.A local motorcycle club, “Airborne Angels,”celebrated families and small children and Marlon Brando. They supplied a new yin and yang. The Hunterwrote of shoplifting culture. … Continue reading Little Billboards #84
Little Billboards #87
To Find Words When the Words Are Hard to Find
My mom spent most of her birthday hanging out with the grandkids and the two new kittens. Thinking about our generations together made me think of some of the poems that give words to that kind of joy and the odd feeling that ripples through your vision as you get older (sometimes a sadness? a … Continue reading To Find Words When the Words Are Hard to Find
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 was just getting the hang of sliding down the “fire pole” by herself. She’s in a cast and a Franken-boot since it’s more dangerous for … Continue reading The Week That Was, or Brokefoot Poutin’
Stephen McClurg 