The Snake Charmer, Henri Rousseau 1907
courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

full moon on the shores
of where the cat brought
your tongue

to lisp all gutters licorice
with squirming, swearing
sons of guns

lead ’em down the asp hole
charmin’ little asp hole
every town’s got an asp hole

a shiny little asp hole
kick ’em in the asp hole
’til the deed is done

Rene ~ September 2011


Sunk In

abandoned farm, Dublin, Ohio by Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

vagabond moon
always rings you up
when the tide rolls in

let’s meet
over half baked Alaskan

you haven’t the heart
to tell him Ohio’s got you
dug in deep

rooted, you now screen your calls
and let your gypsy soul go

your past is just
a lazy seaweed circle
stretched across the Sargasso

Rene ~ September 2011

Friday Freeforall: Poetry Prompts and More Poetry Prompts (via Margo Roby: Wordgathering)

Friday Freeforall: Poetry Prompts and More Poetry Prompts 7:40 a.m. — Atlanta Hello all. I hope you have had a good week and will have a relaxing weekend. I think I have forgotten how to do this. Let's see… We start, as always, with Donna's Poetry Tow Truck and an intriguing prompt that says in part: Today, we will write a poem that goes against our natures and create an evil twin. How fun does that sound?! To find out the steps, head over to the Tow Truck and check out the rest of the prompt. We hav … Read More

via Margo Roby: Wordgathering

say hello to my little fan

photo credit Skip Hunt
courtesy of Tess Kincaid for Magpie Tales

you looked us all
straight in the eye

and the first thing you told us

was that he loved you

and then in the next breath

he loved you not

wouldja do us all a favor,

go pluck a windmill


Rene ~ July 2011

a day for umbrellas

photo by Tess Kincaid

ruby throated hail
clove studding
necks, backs

soul swan songs
from the alien zone
every scream
a thundercloud pin drop 
every stumble
a wax winged smooth
death spiral strut smile
and wave before

the inevitable
scorched immaculate
splash down 
into a still rippling
reflecting pool
of all’s well ends

Rene ~ July 2011

crush groove

call in the neighbors
roll up the carpet
put the rat race ball and chain

kick off the footwear
dance barefoot tribal
let’s make those chandeliers

stomp sand to stardust
breathe in the sparkle
blaze up the dark of the

open out the windows
let the good times tumble
down the fire

 go rain those diamonds, baby
let ’em fall like Niagra
they ain’t forever
like they say

down time is precious, sugar
spend it like you got it
cuz all God’s children
gotta play

Rene ~ July 2011

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