Definition #348 Betrayal

by marcin-piwowarski


Held you close on leaf

You tipped the tea, secretly,

Aft’ I warned: “Watch out!”

Definition #347 Comic Books


Harvey Pekar

Pekar wrote about nearly every important aspect of his life: his job, his friends, meeting his wife, marrying her, their struggles as a couple, buying their first house, and going through his cancer treatment. His work inspired a whole generation of artists to write autobiographical and realist comic books.

When asked why he wanted to turn his life into a comic book, Harvey Pekar said, “I wanted to write literature that pushed people into their lives rather than helping people escape from them.”

Definition #346 Goldfinch’s Winter Coat


goldfinch lose yellow

fluff up feathers grow for warmth

male and female coats

Diane Ackerman wrote, “It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.”

Definition #345 October

Autumn or imagination?

Autumn or imagination?

And Now it’s October

by Barbara Crooker

the golden hour of the clock of the year. Everything that can run
to fruit has already done so: round apples, oval plums, bottom-heavy
pears, black walnuts and hickory nuts annealed in their shells,
the woodchuck with his overcoat of fat. Flowers that were once bright
as a box of crayons are now seed heads and thistle down. All the feathery
grasses shine in the slanted light. It’s time to bring in the lawn chairs
and wind chimes, time to draw the drapes against the wind, time to hunker
down. Summer’s fruits are preserved in syrup, but nothing can stopper time.
No way to seal it in wax or amber; it slides though our hands like a rope
of silk. At night, the moon’s restless searchlight sweeps across the sky.

“And Now it’s October” by Barbara Crooker from Small Rain. © Purple Flag Press, 2014. Reprinted with permission.

If Today Would Be Your Last Day


FrizzText reaches from Germany and quickens my pulse.

Originally posted on Flickr Comments:

I do not own any copyrights on this backing track but I liked to add my lyrics to the guitar of Tytlblues / Tom Adams – listen to the music (an open collab) without my vocals:
lyrics, written by myself:
If today would be your last day, what would you do?
Once again, admiring a big tree?
Look at the water as it flows?
Or the clouds as they draw?
If today would be your last day,
which book would you take in hand again,
listening to which song,
which picture would you want to look at one last time?
If today would be your last day,
whom would you tell it?
Your family? Your friends?
Or would you sneak up quietly,
like the other day the cat,
when she realized that she was very sick?

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Definition #344 Twitter Speak Poems


My Mission Statement:

speak my soul as prophet

honor differences

cultivate resilience


Vision Statement:

Reboot each night

listen between the lines

rhyme for retention

Definition #343 Donster


Donster crashes kitchen doors

Whirling hands askew;

Cracks and breaks; divides the plates

Spatter freckles spew.

A brute to see: whiskers wild

His mouth a toothless cave;

Yet tender touches calmed pain’s wrench:

Relief his fingers gave.

Afford him berth, vast and fast

To twist and swing his girth;

For brute’s a bear of gentle stuff

Beneath his matted dearth.

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