Twitter Poem 7

How easily the holiday bird
breaks under my fingers,
how pliant his bones, light
and fragile as a child.

Twitter Poem 6

flesh of the golden trout
still pink after baking, lifts,
supple, flaking off bone,
fresh on the tongue;
one eye, clouded over,
admonishes

Twitter Poem 5

parent and child 20 years later:
same argument, different words

Twitter Poem 4

Driving home from Bunco in a misty darkness, what about a red neon sign, about piano music on the radio, makes me love the world again?

Twitter Poem 3

tonight

in darkness

the dog sniffs and barks at
the silence

between gusts of wind

my fingers fumble on the lock quick quick

Twitter Poem 2

White afternoon, I contemplate
a 3rd cup of boxed wine
wind shakes the house in one solid gust
I start and drift into the yellow leaf sky.

Twitter Poem 1

The third time I drive over the smear
on the freeway exit ramp, the feathers
of the dead goose become visible.

Twitter

I started this blog on November 18 at 10:49 a.m. Pacific time to house my Twitter experiment. Each new twitter poem will appear on the right hand side bar. As I get the chance, I will move them to the blog postings, making minor modifications and line breaks if I want to.