A blog by Bedrieger Junction's Slant of Light writing group
Idiolect I am a world uninhabited except by me. Only I understand its language. In that world is a catalpa tree. It lived in the backyard of my childhood home on Thompson Avenue in Kansas City, Missouri. My oldest sister thinks that tree was at the Jackson Street house, but I never lived there. At…
new lilac tree’s / sketch of blossoms…
My friend Facade is writing a history of the hive mind…
young dog howls…
Roses are apple…
Roses are individual manifestations of a type…
in this brutal winter / when hawks are slaying…
Homeowner’s Guide In your mind palacehave only guest rooms.Don’t sleep in the same bedfor more than three nights.Leave some doors (not all)unguarded and openfor the surprise visitoryou meet in the hall( a stranger ora forgotten cousin oran old enemy which is to say lover ). Alwaysoffer them food.And when one morning yourface is tight and…
He gave a speech about tariffs and toilets, or maybe it was about bribes and bidets.
Our puritan home / housed a ghost…