Grimalkin 1.Bump In The Night Every Saturday night, after finishing his shift at the basket factory, Sam Grant would head for the Bantam Bar and Grill and knock back whiskey until he was half in the bag. Then he’d drive back to the little house on Cavender Road, very carefully – he used to brag
Contoocook River moving fast. To the otter swimming down, It does not move.
Stripped trees, witch-fingers Clawing at the sky. Blood moon, Bloated, overhead.
First Frost The last red leaves fall. Our days grow short too fast. A crow calls, “Late! Late!”
Rain in October. A parade of wild turkeys Strides across the grass.
My Cats – by Charles Bukowski I know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them. I like the little they know. which is so much. they complain but never worry. they walk with a surprising dignity. they sleep with a direct simplicity that humans just
God help America, land that’s disgraced. Change her mind-set, let her just get Rid of Trump and his violent base. Stop the looting, and the gunfire, And the cops who kill innocent souls. God help America, Give us back our home. God save America. Let us all go home. -based on Irving Berlin’s “God Bless
On The Way Last night I dreamed My dead mother gave me Dancing lessons.
Haiku Upon Learning That Trump Has Covid-19 The scoffer is sick. Fools persist in their folly. Karma is hard, but fair.