Poetry
Here are some of my poems that can be read online.
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2024
Valentine's Jukebox
at the SFPA Valentine's Reading
2023
Organic Scramble
Recognition
Scanning for Love
Shake Up
2022
Air Born *
at Corvid Queen
Domestic Tranquility *
A Lasting Impression
at PaperBound Magazine (Issue 7; Spring 22)
2021
What Do You Say about the Moon?
at PaperBound Magazine (Issue 6; Winter 21/22)
Wind
at Haikuniverse
Earlier
Mainstream
at Drunk Monkeys
Presbyopia
at Drunk Monkeys
Trashy Novels
at Eye to the Telescope
The Red Spacesuit
at Eye to the Telescope
A whole bunch of things
at Flurb: A Webzine of Astonishing Tales
Breakfast in Hell
at Lighten Up Online
at Drunk Monkeys
Presbyopia
at Drunk Monkeys
Trashy Novels
at Eye to the Telescope
The Red Spacesuit
at Eye to the Telescope
A whole bunch of things
at Flurb: A Webzine of Astonishing Tales
Breakfast in Hell
at Lighten Up Online
*Nominated for the Rhysling Award
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Samples from my book, New Yesterdays, New Tomorrows.
(Click to buy a copy)
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Internet footprints.
Like wandering through moon dust.
No wind will erase.
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Skimming on a cloud.
Pathway to great turbulence
and murmurs of prayer.
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The Sip Not Taken
a parody of The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two bottles differed in their plastic skin,
And me with hope to cure my throat so dry,
From either I could drink, but, my system endocrine,
Synthetics leached and swimming within,
May estrogenically go awry.
One bottle labeled, "Free of BPA," I sigh,
It having perhaps a scientific claim
(Foregoing logic, with an antecedent denied),
Though in the molding process, replaced from the supply
A product really about the same.
Both bottles, landfilled, equally lay
Or spinning in an oceanic gyre,
Will surely come to rest one day.
Yet knowing how birds are prone to pick and play,
I doubt these bottles ever will retire.
We all grow older, by and by,
We'll leave our mark for generations hence.
Two bottles differed in plastic skin, and I—
From neither will I drink, nor feed a baby by,
And that will make a difference.
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The Autonomous Cinematic CGI Warrior Contemplates the Meaning of Life.
I serve at the behest of the one who wears the spectacles.
I serve at the behest of the one who sits upon the rolly chair.
I serve at the behest of the one who drinks the darkest coffee.
I serve at the behest of the one who types the words of life upon the keyboard.
I serve at the behest of the one whose name is Kenneth.
I serve at the behest of the one who prints the TPS reports.
I serve at the behest of the one who commands both sides of every battle and always knows the outcome.
I serve at the behest of the one who wields the power to make us start over and do it all again.
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As Guest Editor, I picked my favorite Robot Poems
for Eye to the Telescope
With help from The Haikooligan, I run the show
at
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Internet footprints.
Like wandering through moon dust.
No wind will erase.
---------------------------------------------
Skimming on a cloud.
Pathway to great turbulence
and murmurs of prayer.
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The Sip Not Taken
a parody of The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two bottles differed in their plastic skin,
And me with hope to cure my throat so dry,
From either I could drink, but, my system endocrine,
Synthetics leached and swimming within,
May estrogenically go awry.
One bottle labeled, "Free of BPA," I sigh,
It having perhaps a scientific claim
(Foregoing logic, with an antecedent denied),
Though in the molding process, replaced from the supply
A product really about the same.
Both bottles, landfilled, equally lay
Or spinning in an oceanic gyre,
Will surely come to rest one day.
Yet knowing how birds are prone to pick and play,
I doubt these bottles ever will retire.
We all grow older, by and by,
We'll leave our mark for generations hence.
Two bottles differed in plastic skin, and I—
From neither will I drink, nor feed a baby by,
And that will make a difference.
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The Autonomous Cinematic CGI Warrior Contemplates the Meaning of Life.
I serve at the behest of the one who wears the spectacles.
I serve at the behest of the one who sits upon the rolly chair.
I serve at the behest of the one who drinks the darkest coffee.
I serve at the behest of the one who types the words of life upon the keyboard.
I serve at the behest of the one whose name is Kenneth.
I serve at the behest of the one who prints the TPS reports.
I serve at the behest of the one who commands both sides of every battle and always knows the outcome.
I serve at the behest of the one who wields the power to make us start over and do it all again.
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Other People's Poetry
for Eye to the Telescope
With help from The Haikooligan, I run the show
at
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