Posts for June 9, 2018

Bronson O'Quinn
Participant
Category
Poem

I Want to Die a Dinosaur Sponge

I want to absorb my life
like a dinosaur sponge.

Instead, I’m a bottle brush:
reaching for all the edges,
getting into the spots no one sees,
and instead of patting my back for a job well done,
I’m fretting about all those places
I couldn’t reach.


Category
Poem

Cento: Ten Pages Into THE OVERSTORY

a chorus of living wood
words before words
drown you in meaning


Category
Poem

time and money

i spent thousands of dollars.
i spent thousands of hours.
i worked so hard.
and learned so much.
i studied so diligently 
but i still don’t have words
big enough 
to describe
the overwhelming sense of happiness 
you bring me.


Category
Poem

it will all work out

i wish i could be everything
for you
and know the answer to 
everything, too


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Poem

I Lub You!

A head full of auburn curls. 

Two voices shushing,

while a quilt gives us invisibility. 

I gaze into those little shining green eyes

All time stands still with such hope. 

She whisper “I lub you!” 

“I love you too!” I whisper, giving a gentle hug. 

Searching footsteps approach. 

Laughter erupts.

We peak from the quilt aaaaaannndd

RARRRR! 


Category
Poem

Sun Damage is No Joke

All of the orchids were shoulders;
inflexible freckled bike fenders.
They were pretty hard to look at.
I picked off the petals one by one
until only, shocked stamens
bowed their heads at once.


Category
Poem

naquillity

summer warmth-
pale frog snaps
dragonfly

from midair.
humid quiet
surrounding

tenderly
fractured pond-
i listen.


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Poem

ALBERT EINSTEIN, REGULAR GUY

He was a physicist
He developed the Theory of Relativity
He won the Nobel Prize
He wrote a letter to Roosevelt warning him about Germany’s uranium research
Almost fifty years after his death, Time Magazine designated him “Person of the Century.”

Einstein did other stuff
He played violin
He sailed boats
There is a story that he helped the little girl next door with her homework in return for chocolate
I could have used some help with my homework
I would have paid cash.


Category
Poem

Anxiety

I lost my mind in the middle of tomorrow
It has been absorbed by that which it can’t control
assimilating into the future and contorting the present


Category
Poem

Unexpected Travel

Did you fly?
In the sky?

Was it blue?
And white, too?

Are you here?
Without fear?

May we sing?
Shall we cling?

Will you stay?
One more day?