Political poems are by definition clunkers. They feel heavy and weigh in awkward. Here is one of mine that started its life as bit of prose that I knew had to end up being a poem:   Clunker #1   We have lost, more birds, to suicide on our front porch window glass this year…

I took one of my own poems and opened up some gaps for you to fill in. Make free with this just as you might with any dadaist chaos. Be a poetic bomb thrower. Hope Is _______________   The land don’t ___________. if I am ______________. It never grows _______________ so it heaps _______.  ____________ on our…

I cannot believe how much trash I generate just sitting at my desk:   If everybody is like me, we are doomed.  I am reminded of the green politicians like Al Gore and their ilk who generate incredible gobs of carbon flying around with their green message.  When confronted with this unintended consequence you might…