http://www.synapse.net/kgerken/Y-1109.HTM
Every so often I send a batch of poems to a print or e-zine vehicle.
Every so so often one of these outlets chooses to reproduce my submission.
And so it has happened this month of September 2011, see above link.
We remain gratefully yours for the attention dispensed.
ChAP
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
summer fun
imagine flying cross country to SJC from ATL
and then driving a rent car to Santa Cruz!
and then to Sunny San Francisco!
and eventually to SFO to catch a PDX on AA,
headed for a FLING with WGHS elders, class
of 196x. This is not fiction but an itinerary.
Shudder.
and then driving a rent car to Santa Cruz!
and then to Sunny San Francisco!
and eventually to SFO to catch a PDX on AA,
headed for a FLING with WGHS elders, class
of 196x. This is not fiction but an itinerary.
Shudder.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Nouvelle poeme
Names Suppressed to Protect the Innocent (May 20, 2011)
Z. was actually a character in a story, a novel, a narrative,
maybe a movie, a film, a cinematic adventure, perhaps
a drama, a stage play, a live spoken theatre production.
Z. (the fictional personage) suffered a terrible compulsion:
to utter the obvious, to speak the unadulterated truth,
to shout the king has no clothes, to say the queen is a loon,
the singer’s lost his nose, the neighbor belongs in a bin,
the colleague’s struck a pose with no rational backing,
the hostess has skin disease plural, while her daughter
is in kin straits, for she’ll do anything to please the court
of public opinion or of her lone son, since he’s addicted,
to rhyme and reason and witless appeals to lost and
last letters.
Z. was actually a character in a story, a novel, a narrative,
maybe a movie, a film, a cinematic adventure, perhaps
a drama, a stage play, a live spoken theatre production.
Z. (the fictional personage) suffered a terrible compulsion:
to utter the obvious, to speak the unadulterated truth,
to shout the king has no clothes, to say the queen is a loon,
the singer’s lost his nose, the neighbor belongs in a bin,
the colleague’s struck a pose with no rational backing,
the hostess has skin disease plural, while her daughter
is in kin straits, for she’ll do anything to please the court
of public opinion or of her lone son, since he’s addicted,
to rhyme and reason and witless appeals to lost and
last letters.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Lyric Little
Well before my unrequested transfer to this particular lovely outpost,
I was fully aware of the meanings of distance and gin joint,
a place of business vending spirits, often clear and distilled versions.
Now I hear it's become risky to rear one's gentle head
in salons of genteel brutes, in places of odd commerce.
The roots of cognizance can be tricky.
I was fully aware of the meanings of distance and gin joint,
a place of business vending spirits, often clear and distilled versions.
Now I hear it's become risky to rear one's gentle head
in salons of genteel brutes, in places of odd commerce.
The roots of cognizance can be tricky.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
sorella
Poem in homage to the deceased feline SAM in Santa Cruz CA by my sister, go to:
http://members.cox.net/patriciaperrone.
grazie.
http://members.cox.net/patriciaperrone.
grazie.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Due/Cinque Gatti
It is important to note that I have updated the website dedicated to the felines that live with us.
http://members.cox.net/duegatti. Check it out. Mia is MIA, Tolstoy RIP and benevenutto, Vincenzo.
http://members.cox.net/duegatti. Check it out. Mia is MIA, Tolstoy RIP and benevenutto, Vincenzo.
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