featured in the poetry forum October 31, 2021  :: 0 comments

All doctrines, attenuated or variable, define equivalence between
Real world cognizable properties and mental powers of knowing.
Key facets of reality, thus, become transparent.

Utilitarian similitude exists amid the studies of pragmatics/semantics;
Communication contours as it is shaped by philosophy (these modes
Of making meaning rely upon each other.)

Still, binaural separation, in our heads, stays costly. We can’t process
Select constructs while ignoring others. Disparate ideologies continue
To plague our collective serenity.

editors note:

A clear view to the core of your cognitive dissonance. – mh clay

Shucks Among Aging Partners

September 18, 2021  :: 0 comments

“Shucks! You shouldn’t have.” “I didn’t. I have no idea who sent ‘em.” “Jeepers! You really don’t care anymore.” “Of course, I do. I keep putting down the toilet lid.” “Gee, Willikers! That’s only been forty years in coming.” “Well, you still fart in your sleep.” “Son of a biscuit, how would you know?” “Haven’t been sleeping too well.” “Sweet …

Distal Hearts

featured in the poetry forum August 17, 2021  :: 0 comments

Ala most causes of chinwag, especially
Proximal infatuations, seep away when
Love’s boarders get bared by sunlight.

Elsewise, live persons congregate, try
Intimately nestling among fat bolsters,
Attempt positioning limbs sagaciously.

Hearts’ instars swerve hot and cold,
Urge all manner of suspect outlines,
Bring about unique, personal nadirs.

editors note:

Want love? Bare all, bear to fall. – mh clay

Green Witch

May 29, 2021  :: 0 comments

Once, not terribly long ago, there lived a green witch. It might be assumed that she dwelled in a ramshackle hut, yet she lived in a tiny house designed by the famous draughtman, Donald Alaska. Donald’s creation had two lofts, a woodburning stove, a deck, and a large kitchen sink. Additionally, his architecture featured a cat door, staircase storage, and …

A Bazaar’s Cacophony

featured in the poetry forum April 5, 2021  :: 0 comments

Oranges, oranges, apples, and pears, tangerines for the ones you presume dear.
Melons, plus cherries, strawberries, too. Come here; I’ve sweet plums for you.

Come and hear a story, a story, a story,
Come and hear a story, put a coin in my hat.

I have silk, from the east, you must buy a piece.
There’s red, blue, plus lavender, Stop, look, at least.

Gooold bracelets!
Gooold bracelets!

You should own this beast. Bring your family home a feast.
Shop for lamb, chicks, a duck. Fresh eggs will bring you luck.

Come and hear a story, a story, a story,
Come and hear a story, put a coin in my hat.

Here’s a handsome cuckoo clock. Come on over, do not stare.
Your love will like this piece a lot. Buy it while it’s still here.

Sausages, sausages, wieners in pairs, sweet yellow onions, none do compare.
Soft yellow cheese, salted, hard, too. These victuals should be a picnic for you.

Come and hear a story, a story, a story,
Come and hear a story, put a coin in my hat.

editors note:

Every day, a story, story. Keep some coins on hand. – mh clay

The Pearl Stringer’s Mother

March 6, 2021  :: 0 comments

Maya lifted her chin off of her chest. She rubbed the crusty gunk out of her eyes and coughed, once, to clear her mouth. To her right, her mother lay prone on her hospital bed, a ventilator breathing for her and a seeming myriad of tubes snaking in and out of various ports up and down her body. Instinctively, Maya …

The Blessing on Limes

featured in the poetry forum January 22, 2021  :: 0 comments

Some fruits surprise everyone in being sour, not sweet,
In refreshing via acerbic notes, in missing from markets
For long months.

Some glabellas wrinkle prematurely, yielding liver lines,
Also, general indications of stress, maybe, additionally,
Closed minds.

Some ideas remain attenuated, contracted, otherwise cut
Short. Those concepts regularly slip from view, deflect
The blessing on limes.

editors note:

Keep your limes, your blender, and your good ideas always in view. – mh clay

The Wedding Fee

December 26, 2020  :: 0 comments

“It was an Appelt.” “Huh?” “Its sale covered the fees for: the hall, my dress, and the caterer.” “Not parsing.” “I found it when cleaning out my grandma’s storage room.” “?” “I was looking for vintage and found expensive art.” “So?” “You and I took Art Appreciation, together, sophomore year.” “We also toked together and we each also slept, without …

In a Silver Jar

featured in the poetry forum October 10, 2020  :: 0 comments

In a silver jar, behind a cactus plant,
Grow answers, also doubts, by design.

On that high shelf, by crystalline doves,
Perches mirror porcelain bits, extra fine.

By those insignificant cattle troughs,
Splash short-winged ducklings ‘til it’s time.

Smokey dreams seem more often all mirage—
Life’s a murky montage because we can’t align.

editors note:

We are the tchotchkes with tchotchkes who have tchotchkes. Make sense? – mh clay

Vertigried Feelings

featured in the poetry forum July 24, 2020  :: 0 comments

Old, patina-covered feelings, more often than otherwise,
Sit amongst gut’s bits, pieces, leftovers, all zamzodden.

It’s not for naught that we’re advised to assimilate even
Cellulose, slowly, aided by water or familiar aerobics.

Sure, snollygosters might cheat, might add digestives
Either chemical or natural, to better insure juices mixing.

The rest of us louts, though, given our well-worn grasp of
Collective goings-on, suffer frequent, unwanted dyspepsia.

editors note:

With so much to feel these days, emotional antacid would all avail. – mh clay