Category Archives: Poetry

Bully Haiku

cuddly wedge head, Spin!
Willie war boy / party girl
bully back-up lights

reason rules the day
rose petals through noiseless stream
intellectual

Scottish monarchs ruled
over the heather and hills
Haggis, Kilts, and Blood

Big climbing mountains
train for Everest, K2
snowfall approaches
alpine makes its own weather
rain, snow, cold, isolation

Springtime Alaska
is where I’ll soon be going
ice floes breaking up

Wet brown bears fishing
flying meals must be tasty
at play in the falls

Bipolar misfit
amazing flying rage; boom!
–get away from me

feelings will fail you
real love is a decision
heal first, then move on

Kiss me, great beauty
move me hinge-less thru rapture
love me all my days

Intelligence sucks
the world is not enough, dig!
know thyself, and laugh

When I read….

When I read Hemingway, Steinbeck, Faulkner, Mailer, Bellow, and many others I come away wanting to be a writer. When I read Grisham, Stephen King, or James Michener I want to either be a lawyer, a clock-tower sniper, or just go back to being a mechanic. A writer has to take me on a journey where I forget where I am.

My Mom

My Driver’s Ed cars were a Chevy Caprice Classic and Chevy Impala. My mom’s car was a 1973 VW Super Beetle. My mom never let me drive her car until the day of my driving test. I learned to drive with an automatic transmission. I drove off to take my driver’s test having never driven a stick before. I stalled it getting out of the driveway and I stalled it all the way down the street. But, I passed my driving test within the hour. My mom was laughing at me driving away, but when I returned with my license she was pissed off.