Sunday, July 26, 2009

Poppies


Solar flares of poppies
Bouquets of opiate infernos
Burn creative fire

--bam

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Stones


Stones


Stone cairn marks the
path down to the bay
layers of gray
laid one on the other
tell tales of ancient seas and
primitive swimmers.
--Barbara Malcolm

Thursday, July 9, 2009


A Fish and A Wish

Once when I was walking, I came upon a man
a-setting by the roadside, cooking in a pan.

I said, “Hello, man,
what’s in your pan?”

“A fish and a wish,” said he,
sitting under a shady tree.

I asked, “What kind of fish is that?”
He replied, “A channel cat.”

“What sort of wish?” I begged.
“Why don’t you guess?” he egged.

“Do you wish for a car?”
“No, I don’t live very far.”

“Let’s see…for a lot of cash?”
“No, and don’t be brash.”

“It’s a very simple wish, you see,
I wish for company.”

So we set
And we 'et,
That man under the tree
And me.

--Barbara Malcolm
(I was kind of channeling Dr. Seuss when I wrote this one. Sorry.)