The Trouble With Poet

poems, prose and assorted creative sneezes

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Approaching 31 on Stubs (a Short Girl Birthday Poem)

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Original Photo by Agnes Fohn Photography, (C) 2014 Written while staring down 31, then realizing you need a step ladder to look it ...
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Conversations for One, or Two, or Both (to Peter Pan)

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If Tinkerbell and Wendy had been the same person, Peter Pan would be married and living in multiple tree houses without children.  Con...
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French Door Lesson (you were told)

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Written staring through the slats of splintering french doors just before dawn one hateful Southern morning. It was wonderful. There w...
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Free Downoadable Christmas Cheer! Blistering Fiddle! Mooing!

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If there's a person out there who says George Strait isn't a poet (I mean, look at this American specimen ), I say strip off yer...
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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Poet: The Deaf Pit Bull Strangers Rescued

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Last weekend Ray and I spent 10 minutes introducing a 12-month-old, 55lb, deaf bull terrier/dogo mix to a Muni-meter on First Avenue. We wer...
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Did God (and Billy Collins) Just Tell Us to Get a Dog?

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The passing of my most valuable writing tool, aka Stella the Arm Rest, aka Stella the Needed Distraction, aka Stella Who Once Slapped...
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Monday, October 28, 2013

A Thank You from Stella, or, Our Dog Was a Terrorist

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One of the first things Stella did when she entered our lives was bite Ray's father in the nuts. Not enough to hurt him, or brea...
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Kimberly lives and writes in NYC. Sometimes she sneezes and words come out. This blog is a tissue.
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