1. My ride began in jail. Julio was in the clink, so I sprung for his bail. He needed to sign the title, but his SSN was fake. Cell doors slammed behind him. Oh hear! 2. And now she is all mine! R-R-R-R and a belch of exhaust, eight cylinders sounding fine, three hundred fifty-one cubic inches of detonating displacement enshrine her roadway dominance. Oh Hear! 3. Respect from New York cabbies, two menacing chrome bumpers , like claws of giant tabbies. The driver doesn’t seem to care what hits his Cougar. Crazies screech and honk in fear. Oh Hear! 4. And now my tender passengers, snack in spaci ..read more

I. The Great Falls of the Potomac 1. At the edge of a cliff MJ feels no danger. With one more step, a bark turns frantic. Her Coco jumps to her top-rope, flush with the void. It skips, her heart.   2. Does her dog act from her heart? To force MJ from the cliff, thirty pounds of Coco leaps on MJ’s back. A bark, a shove, a whine. Danger fades, though M J’s face is flush.   II. It’s Only Hubris If I fail. Julius Caesar   3. I too am feeling flush with angst and pounding heart, unsteady on a cliff greasy with fraud. No Coco to warn me with her bark of Trumpian danger.   4. Our ..read more

I see our country’s in distress– upside-down flags are proof. But a house is not a warship– no need to fly them there.   Justice Alito blamed his wife as Adam blamed his Eve– The LORD asked, “Why did you eat forbidden fruit?”– The Man replied, “Woman gave it to me.”       With clenched  teeth, my neck tenses up. My eyes dart back and forth searching for an escape route from this uxorious justice who would judge  a  tyrant in training.     “Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto—’In God is our Trust.'” When God is invo ..read more

Trova is the flower vase that people put in the window of their soul. Fernando Pessoa   1. I’m searching for some back relief; our hiking left us stinky. Hot baths shore up our belief. (Carlota, you’re still slinky!) 2. It’s my anticlimactic fate for us two to grapple. So why are you didactic? (We ought to drink a Snapple.) 3. It seems you’re replete with spite, full of bluster and heckling. To quote you, “Insincere,” quite. (You toughs don’t care for heckling.) 4. Your challenge leaves me jumpy, looking for a sharp retort. Pulling blocks makes me grumpy (Can’t you just cavort, old sport ..read more

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1. Supervisor: One. You’re late for duty. Two. Your hat’s on wrong. Three. Let’s get you straightened up. Four… I forgot what pissed me off. Rookie: Ha! That’s a good one! Hey boss, exactly how old are you? Supervisor: Old enough to remember Wilt playing for the Sixers. Ya know what I’m sayin’? Rookie: Wilt who? 2. He warbles off key garbling choked nostalgia. Colombia tierra querida, himno de fe y armonía Cantemos, cantemos todos grito de paz y alegría Vivemos, siempre vivemos a nuestra patria querida Tu suelo es una oración y es un canto de la vida Tu suelo es una oración y es un canto de la ..read more

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After  Twenty-One Love Poems [Poem II] by Adrienne Rich Jun-Jun: “You’ve kissed my hair to wake me.” Quisty:                           “Dream no more. I’m here.”   JJ:             “Did you just scream from love or fear?”   Q:               “Didn’t mean to scare you when I came.”   JJ:         ..read more