Professor, editor, writer, poet, hack. I write. I teach. I eat. I sleep. Married. Kids. Mortgage. Debt. Another old white guy. Otherwise, I got nuthin'.
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on predestination
there is no plan
beyond just this:
bees for honey,
flies for shit.
no one prays
to the god of
sporks except
drunks at KFC
& even then the
slaw goes every-
where but home
Boosting this post because I'll be damned I didn't catch myself nodding my head in agreement as I read:
outskirts math
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first fall morning:
driveway cat unfurls
beneath Ford F150
-
sauce, sauce, squirrel
Cadet Cub circles
battered apple trees
x
morning splits air
lawn gurgles sludge:
septic tank leakage
÷
across the creek
my father's razor
rusts in silence
"Lists are how we fight chaos with ballpoint pens."
--Mira Ptacin
https://longreads.com/2025/07/15/eight-limes-no-more-found-lists-poetry/
tree on roof:
squirrels scurry
as chainsaws growl
a drop of ink
spreads out
in a glass
of water;
a log rots
in the woods
& the universe
expands in
whatever
cradle rocks
the universe
to dreaming
while babies
sleep & light-
houses break
beneath waves,
salt drying on
so many cheeks.
Utah Hockey Club spent so much money on marketing research they couldn't afford an extra s.
