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October 31, 2016

Charlie Brown, we are always looking
For that savior to swoop in
And bring us a bag of treats -

Candied apples and Peanut Butter Cups.
We spread a plaid, felt blanket
Next to the cool, stone wall,

Wait in wonder for a specter.
Is this the basis of all war?

"A pumpkin as no legs,"
You claim. "He will never
Saunter in, like Santa the hero
Of Christmas, laden with toys
For good girls and good boys."

Take a knife to his face.
Give him the expression
You deem he craves -

Frightful, happy,
Ridiculous triangle
Eyes and nose.

Light a candle to burn
Inside the cavern
Where you have removed

Guts and seeds and stringy
Insides. Cook soup.
Warm your tongue.

Bob for apples and seek
A spirit who may never come.


This is Poem #189 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

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October 26, 2016

Sleek through the house,
He glides between the others,
Picks at treats on the floor.
(Stealthy paw swipes.)

He climbs the furniture
With his scissor paws.
(My hand a testament
to their effectiveness in battle
or at play.)

Rescued from stones
In a barn - his loud
Meow a beacon
For his saviors.

Now, he is ready
For Halloween as he notices
Homages to him

Around the house
In snow globes, on towels,
Knickknacks on the walls,

Candle holders
And stuffed animals.

All the black cat,
The harbinger of candy
And ghouls.

This is Poem #186 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

In October of 2016, friends rescued a tiny, feral kitten from the foundation of an old, New England barn and delivered him to us. Just in time for Halloween, Ziggy Stardust joined our family.

September 17, 2016

Even though I know
We are heading toward
The wall of winter, I
Cannot help but revel
In the chill of early fall.

The crisp ground under toes,
The day you bring the houseplants
Back into the house -

Windowsills naked, waiting
Their return - the folded
Sweater off the shelf,
And hugging your
Morning arms with cups
Of warm coffee at the end.

We hurtle toward
Snow, sleet, wind tunnel
Rain, icy roads
(and snow days)

Without care, tricked
By Halloween goblins
And nippy morning sun.

This is Poem #166 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state. 

The timing of this publication seems particularly off-season.

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