Higher Ground

featured in the poetry forum February 26, 2013  :: 0 comments

I want to write poems
the way fat old guys
in Dixieland days
played the banjo,
hard and strong

rhythm like a fast foot tapping
on the soil
teasing the plants
to grow a little faster,
a little higher

– don’t you want to get up
and taste
that fat old sun?

editors note:

Just like a two-handed, chin dripping bite of a hot pork sandwich. Yes!! Damn right, I do! – mh


featured in the poetry forum January 1, 2012  :: 0 comments

Nothing more
than a small un-painted boat,
cracked boards leaking water
no name on the stern

pulling gently on its chain
like an old dog
eager to be home;

but if I lie back on those boards
mouth open wide
to suckle a little rain
I would howl and howl
till the river roared back,

and between us
we broke our chains.

editors note:

What way to begin a year full of new is better than to swim in the stream up or down unfettered? – mh