I’ve been doing these tiny poems for a while. Now I’m giving them their own space.
This week’s assortment of Little Vines. I hope all of you are well.
You wanted red velvet
but it looks more like gray felt.
Sorry about the cake.
when your kids put you on the spot
invoke the spell: recite the magic words
ask your mother
why is her nickname
Old Gray Cake?
Of course she won’t tell you.
secret true things
I only understood that night
my spirit lingering asleep in a reckless dream
all those years ago I couldn’t say No
and so now
I have no soul
the dinner party chit chat
floated over the table
like a cloud saturated with acid rain
your favorite color is blue
poured in buckets
from the sky
The alien’s sudden demise.
Supposed to be top secret.
You paid for his funeral. With a credit card?
at the séance the so dramatic
I wanted to surprise you
communication that rocked you from the other side
My two aunts
outrun their prey
every single time.
All I say is, Don’t make them mad.
Yes, I still think
rules are rules.
So what kind of trouble are you in now?
I did some guesswork vs.
I intend to find out the reason –
they are not almost the same thing
Haven’t heard a word from the satellite
since it called in that complaint.
Nothing like a satellite in a snit.
I watched the lizard
run down the wall pause in its shade.
It is a simple thing, but it is enough.
I’ve never kept a diary
I’ve always wanted you to think I did
the boss’s voice
subdued and shady:
I’ll give you a bonus, he said.
Why not tell the truth before I chicken out?
I’m out of the pan and on the plate.
He was secretive and I suspected.
You neglected to close the door.
I heard it all. Thank you.
I eat raw onions
I go talk to the boss
It’s a little thing but it’s all I can do right now.
A fat old month of hot weather.
A skinny little bank account.
Fill up the kiddie pool.
Country club in the back yard.
like stale perfume