Cubie’s Corner

December 30, 2017  :: 0 comments

Cubie sat at his COSTCO-purchased, black leather folding card table. He began pondering the possibilities of another short work. He was lucky because he sold a crime novel of 38 chapters, and the sale brought him some free time for writing. I’m playing with the devil, though, and soon my luck will run out. The devil of luck with the …

thoughts late at night at an open mic

featured in the poetry forum November 15, 2017  :: 0 comments

the wounded, the limited and the damned
the stage hogs who speak tritely
singers who announce histories of songs
before ruining them
messianic nuts who read terrible poetry
and believe they’re
announcing cosmic events. poets who
dance and scream bile
with drums, tambourines, castanettes
on tapes m.c.’s must play.
tuneless guitarists, cliché-muttering
nuts thinking they’re
doing a talking blues, little birds
tweeting around their
skulls, and more. democratic ideals
are always good
but theory and practice are always different.

editors note:

Yes. Ever seeking to rise above, one’s best is another’s bust. – mh clay

This Is What Love Is About

September 2, 2017  :: 0 comments

“You see, there’s always an increase in stake and a gap and a back up against the wall. Now, look…” He flicked his cigarette. “No matter how much you write, you want more.” Lilly was just listening. Herb was in one of his moods. “It was cool, so clever, the way that thing just arrived in me.” Herb lit another …


featured in the poetry forum July 15, 2017  :: 0 comments

something about this guy’s glasses,
in his glasses,
his shades
and me sitting writing
not concealing,
bearing it,
embarrassed over the
and inefficiencies
and flaws over
my body of work –

his body
he’s getting

the only way to build a body
is through
shattering it in nakedness
in vulnerability in uncertainty
in naïvete.

the only way to destroy it
is in protection.

editors note:

So, take off your shades. I dare you. – mh clay

blue guitar

featured in the poetry forum January 12, 2017  :: 0 comments

there’s a musician
falls in love with a blue
a blues guitar
a blue guitar.
a poet, a heart
of music,
a beam of light.
bought it in
a pawn shop.
with plenty of
blues brought
it there in
for rent
cigarette money
maybe a nip
of wine and
received far
less than its value.

then sold to
my friend
way over
the denominations
of a fair price
by the seller
over the glass counter,
saxophones on the wall,
toasters on the shelves,
trinkets in glass counters
with wrist watches, slacks
on hangers, jackets, skirts.
who falls in love with a blue guitar
in a pawn shop window?
somebody wanting to pluck
the strings for jitterbugs
across long, wood plank dance floors,
like the poets running to puddles
to record the raindrops,
while everyone else
misses the dance.

editors note:

Best when played with eyes closed. – mh clay


October 8, 2016  :: 0 comments

Never judge a book by its cover. I learned this from a small incident that would almost disappear into the shadows of history, were it not for the power of memory that can’t help wanting to retrieve it, and others like it, and, too often, does. I was a handsome guitarist in a late-teens, 20’s and 30’s bar called the …

i do not want to lose

featured in the poetry forum August 23, 2016  :: 0 comments

my keys
my mind
my favorite trapeze
a guitar string
the warmth of coffee
friends of the past
nor my coat
nor my hat
in the snowy blizzards
nor the functioning of
the a.c. in the summer
the buttons to my shirt
nor the hair on my head
loved ones

the one
that doesn’t
budge: weight.

editors note:

An endless conundrum; let go, hold on. – mh clay

Internet Dating

May 20, 2016  :: 0 comments

Mick went out that evening. There was the Purity Restaurant over on 7th Street and 7th Avenue. Mick was a little down on his luck, figured 7, 11…dice, numbers like that. Walked into The Purity. The place used to be owned by a couple of Greeks and is now owned by a couple of Italians. It also relocated from Union …

starbucks coffee brands

featured in the poetry forum April 16, 2016  :: 0 comments

bold is stronger
less caffeine as
the roasting burns
the buzz.
pike is a stronger
less roast
preservation weakens
so you
get a nice high typing
in the morning if you
arrange your sequence
at a reasonable
price too, without
the cabal murdering you.

editors note:

The price we pay for free wifi. – mh clay

For Rosealie

January 8, 2016  :: 0 comments

Outside, the chair was right in front of the building, and they were drinking rotgut wine. I noticed two Latinos and a West Indian with one of those high caps with yellow, green and red swirls. One of the Latinos wore a waist length, brown army jacket. The third guy was in a big, overstuffed armchair, springs splitting through. He …