Leddy Headbutter –
named after his colour
and head-butting habit:
I’ve finished cruising. Wake up.
You can pet me, feed me now.
a gray stray who cried
for days before we found him
trapped by a wasp nest
under the back yard driveway
now strides across his yard
marble grey
with bright slit green eyes –
how could he not look
like he just swallowed
Plato’s cave canary?
He […]
harvest moon –
menopause hot flashes:
my wife moons me!
*
harvest moon –
no steelies, no tombollies,
no bull fudging!
*
harvest moon –
God’s best tombolly
left in the circle
***
(All free and clear.)
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~ Richard Stevenson
Poet’s note: The second two are variants on the kids’ marble game theme — something I’ve always associated with the fall. A tombolly is an oversized marble (usually […]
Howie’s hyped up on caffeine and nicotine,
claims he doesn’t need more than three hours sleep.
Not ever. And if that isn’t weird enough,
the slightest noise sounds off some internal alarm
and he’s on his feet, dukes up, in his B.V.D.s.
But get the man in a set of cork boots,
stuff a cheap wine-dipped cigar in his mouth
and […]
Weedwhacker and Finch –
could be a legal firm,
but, no, it’s my
retired neighbour
storming the gates again.
As barbarians go,
he’s o.k., doesn’t grumble
or pay too much
attention to the news,
but still plays with a full deck.
He pays his taxes
or has done long enough
to not want the place
to get scruffy. It’s his
rectangle, his bit of turf:
a hedge against death […]
Crawling into cracks
of the old garden timbers,
the bees carry rolled up leaves.
Blueprints for a nest
or apian wallpaper?
The plans are still green
~ Richard Stevenson
Richard Stevenson teaches English and Creative Writing at Lethbridge College. Recent books include Parrot With Tourette’s (Black Moss, Palm Poets Series, 2006), Bye Bye Blackbird (Ekstasis Editions, 2007) (both poetry titles), and […]
