Monday, April 21, 2014

Poem 21: Pool Party Fiasco (A limerick inspired by TLC's Sex Sent Me to the ER)©

Pool Party Fiasco
(A limerick inspired by TLC's Sex Sent Me to the ER)

There once were two loves in a pool,
who tried to play it real cool,
but when one finger got caught
in a pump that was hot,
the pool made a no pumping rule!



Poem 20: The Day Late Poem©

The Day Late Poem

This poem's a day late.
This poem's not on time.
This poem has no reason.
This poem has few rhymes.

This poem isn't finished.
This poem isn't done.
This poem hasn't started.
This poem's just begun.



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Sunday, April 20, 2014

You've Been Reviewed: Maggot Moon

Maggot MoonMaggot Moon by Sally Gardner
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Maggot Moon is a well written dystopian novel, which also features disturbing accompanying illustrations. Though I can say this subject matter wasn't for me, it was riveting and I definitely wanted to know how this story finished.  I won't be surprised if this story is quickly turned into a haunting movie.

Standish and Hector are remarkable, tortured characters in a compelling, broken world.  The story of their friendship gives the book it's small glimpse of hope.


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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Poem 19: Moon©

Moon

I can't get to you fast enough.
Can't break the barriers
of sound or speed,
you have no idea of my need.

You sit there waiting,
patient as a fat cat.
You don't assume I'll make it.
You don't know
I've memorized the map.

I can't get to you fast enough.
Every night you appear:
a habit, on schedule,
no suspension or tension.

You don't know how far
I'll travel.
You don't know my intention.


Friday, April 18, 2014

Poem 18: Little Monster©

Little Monster

After your bath,
your smells are gone.
A layer of your hair is missing.
Your teeth have been cleaned
and you're nails are clipped,
But not to worry.

You're still our little monster,
even if you don't feel like you.
All of us get dirty,
all of us come clean,
and

You're still our little monster,
pawing through our dreams.