SoCS: Prose from the Pod

Brush me right there On the belly square Along the soft, creamy hair If you naively dare I’m going to stay right here Not to be cavalier, but… Don’t go near Queenie dear She’s up to something, I fear I command the brush, I say It is the pampering day Hold the hairspray Human, do not walk away In the shadows I shall hide With knowledge, abide In safety simplified From Ziva’s brand of homicide Brush me, brush me now!Read more

SoCS: Kohl’s and Prose

I do not have a flyer in hand I do not have an ad under nose Only a mailing filled with prose The Kohl’s twenty percent has been used And the five dollar bonus too Toward pretty sweater of teal blue I threw the fast food coupons away Into the garbage last week with the remnants of a smelly leek Internet has been a special friend Spending here, spending there A little bit of a credit card tear Searched forRead more

Stately Fingers

Poetry Day 7: Fingers, Prose Poetry, Assonance   Stately fingers! There are days when I deem you fat and lazy; days when your ways are elegantly long and slender. I lay you across plastic numbers and letters; your favorites are A and eight. Music sways while you drum to the beat of Keith, Adele, Journey and Jason. Gracious fingers! There are days when I curse the tendons within and wonder how you got this way; days when I’m glad forRead more

Concrete Cat Steps

Day Four: Animal/Concrete Poetry/Enjambment Here we go! Plunging to the meat of this poem. Substance and thought, stepping on the stairs of prose. Trying not to trip and falter on a verse or from a cat underfoot. Gibbs! The turn of your haunches wrangle me. Has your plan to defeat your human taken shape? A fall down the concrete steps by the human mom would certainly aid and abet your furry attempt to take over the world…but you have notRead more