Apple Spring

Apple Spring

Good Friday precedes Easter Sunday. In other words, dark times are followed by joy, clouds by sunshine, night by day, tears by laughter. Just the way it is: the changes guaranteed by life. So, we’ll survive Good Friday, and have … Continue reading

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Apple Spring

Apple Spring

Good Friday precedes Easter Sunday. In other words, dark times are followed by joy, clouds by sunshine, night by day, tears by laughter. Just the way it is: the changes guaranteed by life. So, we’ll survive Good Friday, and have … Continue reading

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Spring Senryu

Spring Senryu

The sounds of spring are as varied as music: birds, joggers, wind in lilac, lawn-mowers, click of cameras. There are lots more, listen and count the variety of sounds; here are a few  … A A short lengths     … Continue reading

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Handful of Air

Handful of Air

I worry about water in our rivers, the ocean, and then what about the air we breathe? Is it safe? What kind of gunk are we ingesting with every lungful? Here’s my solution … A A HANDFUL OF AIR without … Continue reading

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50 words

50 words

I’m thrilled to be part of this new motion poem video project by Randall Edwards. 50 words made its debut on March 31, with my poem Begin. 12 poets were asked to pen a 50-word poem on the theme of ‘Beginnings.’ PRECISELY 50 words. No easy task, as it turns out. We laid down the vocal tracks in […]

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Dames of New Orleans

Featuring my knighthood nominations for March 2014:
 
New Orleans has a generous historical list of sirens, suffragettes, and superheroines—women I’m going to generally refer to as dames, because a dame is a women with determination&md…

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The Lawyer

The Lawyer

We’ve been getting our wills organized which has involved visits to a lawyer. I’m intrigued by legal language, people talk of it as convoluted but I find it, within the seeming verbosity, singularly precise: it says exactly what’s intended … … Continue reading

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daffodil haiku

daffodil haiku

They trumpet ‘spring is here’! We have daffodils all over the place, they take over where the snowdrops began, in great waves of rich yellow, bringing down the sunshine … A daffodils bend toward the sun daylight saving A a … Continue reading

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batemanpoetry 2014-03-13 01:22:00

batemanpoetry 2014-03-13 01:22:00





our desire


(on waking up with the deeply contented somewhat anxious tangentially over wrought feeling I had after watching the film ‘Last Vegas’ and thinking that I would just like to see Robert DeNiro Michael Douglas Morgan Freeman and Kevin Klein give each other one full frontal passionate kiss before diving back into an interminable homosocial pursuit of beautiful women)


this large teardrop shape growing in my stomach

throbbing and grey filled with damp light

encased in wet fibrous darkness heavy thickness like the skin of a nut

softer and more impenetrable like rubber balls of loss

sinking teeth into indelible mushrooms sowing lines of tissue into my gut

that I will never get through as if the heart held tender morsels

thickening my veins with the stench of my own desire


I feel like this when I watch you careening through the last lanes

of your life treating women not like trophies

but like trophy stands for you to place all fear upon

to stand there gazing into her wisdom her beauty

because what is left of yours you refuse to recognize

your upswept bangs parting in the middle

like a swirl of butch femme butterscotch decay lovely in its abysmal winsome charm


follicles lie there in that morseled coif of hairy hearts

rich with the dense beauty of cholesterol and ache           

as you listen to her sing and sing she does                       

there is nothing that is not beautiful in this love dirge barely reaching me 
through chasms of my own indecisive wiles                       

will never know what you’re feeling about life and love           

because I ran from it before its teeth sunk into mine                                                            


having recognized the clutch of dearth too early            
having decided as a very small child to forsake familial maturity for                       

a toddlers brand of crib spent pain so here we are                       

diapered on the strip for one last race teardrops growing in our guts

throbbing grey and filled with light encased in damp fibrous heaven

thick and dank like skinned nuts soft impenetrable rubber balls

tossing into loss fulsome dentures sinking

through indelible choral mushrooms we sow and sow and sow and sow

and smile and smile and smile and smile lazy laugh lines of tissue

laced into blood floppy ribs we will never saw through           

when pumped up hearts hold tender morsels           

thickening our veins drenching flapjacks and champagne

in first world angst with the lovely lurid scent            

wafting through well hung arias of tremoring desire

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The Address

The Address

I’m sure we’ve all seen sleeping bags under bridges, in culverts, people dossed down in doorways. Does giving money help? Or is a smile, a greeting, enough? Low-cost housing in every city on the continent would help … THE ADDRESS … Continue reading

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