Poet Commentaries

Fine Hiding Guide

December 12, 2017 // 0 Comments

He paced.  Usually along the edges, too close to make for a comfortable walk, it was never a stroll anyway, his steps alternated between shuffle, exaggerated measured [...]

The Big Yellow Toboggan

December 8, 2017 // 0 Comments

This is the second write up on my bus driving days.  This one written as a haibun, with haiku sprinkled in so you cannot miss the point; every story has a point.     [...]

My Little Ditty

December 3, 2017 // 0 Comments

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What word was this inspired by?   bellows so much lung capacity to blow smoke dug up by a chain gain, hoisted by a chain hoist the whole operation manned by people bound; [...]


November 13, 2017 // 0 Comments

There is some old money in the old country, this always makes me suspect of my roots.  Perhaps slave trading is in my genes; or pirating.  I comfort myself knowing there [...]

The First Snow

November 12, 2017 // 0 Comments

It is like a switch being turned on.  I will say “it will snow when it snows” or “we should not expect anything until Christmas”, pretending to be [...]

Is the Fridge Light On

November 9, 2017 // 0 Comments

Is the Fridge Light On…(I know) Bagged Joy In the Cellophane Church the killing floors are hidden and feathers do not fly. Sustenance in a box. I hunt joy. I get the [...]

An African Man

November 7, 2017 // 0 Comments

An African Man   Somewhere in 1966. Somewhere between boyhood and manhood I was sixteen the train trip from Ndola in Northern Rhodesia and Queenstown in the eastern Cape [...]

Sticks, Stones and Nemo

November 6, 2017 // 0 Comments

It is hard to believe but this next poem was written while I contemplating bleached teeth that are just way too white.  Teeth, like the first stanza of this poem, need to [...]

Time for a Strop

October 27, 2017 // 0 Comments

A Time to Strop the kids fight parents get thick skin horse ass strop The perfect angle feels right. The pressure is on point.  There is no stutter or skip in the [...]