I had an actual dream about opening a museum that was full of poetry machines. In the dream, the museum was in my grandparents’ old home, which we had turned into a used bookstore and then when it closed, my nephew and his friend moved into it while they are going to college. But the house was also an amalgamation of a psychiatric museum I had visited in St. Joseph, Missouri. Continue reading “Poetry Machines”
Tag: life
His Request
This morning he asked me
For adjectives. I said,
“You are the first man
To ask me for adjectives.”
Not that any women
Have, though that would not
Have been remarkable. Continue reading “His Request”
Etymology in the Morning
A stone cast from the sky by the gods
Landed in her garden next to a purple turtle
Because it was the only color
Of paint available at the time, not the stone,
Which was the color of a missed connection,
But the turtle which had been art and crafted
In bright kelly green and egg yellow,
Hideous amidst the spearmint, which even weedy,
Knew a gaudy neighbor when it saw one. Continue reading “Etymology in the Morning”
Unopened
It was not even ten o’clock,
And the coyotes called to one another
In the cow pasture. I told you
About it. I told you because you say
You are a werewolf,
Your breath hinting of the moon, Continue reading “Unopened”
Pulling Away
Talk to me. But better yet,
Talk to yourself. Listen
To the words your body
Resists and just wait,
Let the syllables rest
In your armpits and nostrils
And in the webby secrets
Between your fingers. Wait Continue reading “Pulling Away”
The Chief at TU
Today I am attending the Nimrod Conference for Writers and Readers at the University of Tulsa. Nimrod is the literary journal that TU has been putting out for quite some time. The generous folks at TU gave this chick a scholarship to attend today’s events. I also get a little editing review session where someone is going to talk with me about my poems. Yar. Continue reading “The Chief at TU”
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry 