Sneak Peak [Haiku]

the chipmunk flattens,
crawling atop battlements
as if to glimpse foes

Buffalo Horn Limerick

There was a funny buffalo named Stitches
whose horns bent back like malformed glitches.
"Some horns are for goring
and others for warring,
but mine are for inaccessible itches."

Baya Weaver [Haiku]

plump dangling nests
of baya weavers are
ceaselessly revamped

BOOK REVIEW: Cotton Candy by Ted Kooser

Cotton Candy: Poems Dipped Out of the AirCotton Candy: Poems Dipped Out of the Air by Ted Kooser
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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Release date: September 1, 2022

The new collection by Ted Kooser is vibrant and playful. While imagery is front and center in these poems, it’s not the imagery of still life, but rather conveys the constant motion of all things. It’s that dynamism that makes for an uplifting read. Most of the entries are nature-centric, but a few – like the titular poem – delve into the world of man.

It’s a brief collection, consisting of about seventy short-form poems.

With so many mopey poetry collections out there, it was a pleasure to read one that enlivens and energizes. I’d highly recommend it for poetry readers.


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High Tide Island [Haiku]

the high tide island
is a rocky outcrop
when waters retreat

Prospero’s Limerick

There once was a bookish Duke from Milan
who, while distracted, was played for a pawn.
They thought him a twerp
his Dukedom was usurped…
Eventually, brains won out over brawn.

Customer Service Limerick

There once was a customer service rep
who spoke with a smile and great pep.
“That’s not my department,
but prepare for bombardment:
Your refund in twenty-six random steps.”

Cowbell [Haiku]

the cow barely moves,
and yet its clang is constant
from tugging dry grass

Columbus Limerick

Praising Columbus is now impolitic.
Truth is, he's considered a bit of a dick.
But you've got to respect
one who -- wholly unchecked --
can rename people & places, and it sticks.

Childhood Limerick

Back in the days of crayons and blocks,
every kid wanted the sixty-four box.
I was low-spirited;
told my talent merited
just eight colors of Cray-kray knockoffs.