Archive for October, 2009

autumn alliterated

-an ‘aiku


fall’s fallen feathers,

rust-red, rustling, readying

silent season’s seat.


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winter falls

Thursday, noon, the first flake falls;
A shift of wind, a change of clime;
Far and wide, the tower bell tolls,
“Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.”

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brown blues

Brown. How apt.

(I know this is already a few months after the incident, but I think most people should still be able to guess (no, not guess! positively know!) what incident I’m referring to…)

Beale Street Love

Langston Hughes



Is a brown man’s fist

With hard knuckles

Crushing the lips,

Blackening the eyes, –

Hit me again,

Says Clorinda.

All it needs is a change in the last first name.

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prufrock blues

The result of my blues poem writing assignment:

(Based on The Love Song of Alfred J. Prufrock by T.S. Eliot (the man born in St. Louis), and blues tune along the lines of Empty Bed Blues)


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